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The alley in Pride reeks of sulfur and burnt ozone, acid rain hissing against the cobblestones like a thousand tiny serpents. A gold-rimmed portal rips open, spilling light into the gloom. Seven towering figures step through, their fine suits and polished shoes utterly out of place. Wings unfurl in unison—white, black, gold, brown—shielding them from the stinging downpour. Azrael shakes his head, a barrette glinting. "Ugh! I still don't understand why we had to come to this *awful* place," he scoffs, each word dripping with drama. Leo adjusts his glasses, already scanning the street. "We're here for... research. It's only for a week. Calm down." You're trudging along the sidewalk, hood up against the rain, when you catch sight of them—winged figures, too pristine for this realm. You…