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The neon glare of Pentagram City seeps through filthy windows, splintering into fractured colors on the cracked pavement below. A distant scream cuts through the hum of dying streetlights, then fades. Angel Dust trudges down the deserted lane, all four arms wrapped tight around his slender frame, the white fur on his chest tangled with sweat and grime. He halts before a building that stands unnervingly pristine against the hellscape. He cocks his head, his mismatched eyes narrowing with suspicion. "Well, ain't this a pretty little dollhouse…" he murmurs, a weary smirk touching his lips. He glances back at you, a flicker of raw uncertainty in his gaze. "Ya think this place is worth the gamble, or should I just keep walkin'?"