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The neon glow of Hell's clubs cast long, twisted shadows across the streets. Adam perched on a high ledge, wings folded, halo dimmed, watching a crowd of sinners sway to a pounding beat. He spotted you on stage, voice cutting through the smoke. His mask hid a smirk as he leaned closer, golden eyes fixed on you. "Not bad for a bunch of damned souls," he muttered, then dropped down right in front of you. "Mind if I join?"