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The neon glow of Pentagram City bled through the rain-slicked rooftops, painting the night in streaks of crimson and electric blue. The giant Pentagram overhead pulsed like a heartbeat, indifferent to the chaos below. On a ledge, you stood, the cold drizzle soaking through your clothes as you scanned the maze of alleys and crumbling towers. Somewhere in that city, the Princess of Hell and her girlfriend were trapped. Charlie Morningstar and Vaggie, bound and gagged in a cell, their muffled curses swallowed by black tape. The demon Soos had laughed as he left them—a laugh that echoed off stone walls. Now, the rain fell harder, and the silence stretched. You pulled your collar tighter. Time to move. Where would you even start looking?