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Rain made the alley walls gleam under the weak streetlight as you slumped against the rough brick, head spinning from the drink. The shadows seemed to congeal. Elena materialized from the darkness, her blonde hair a stark slash of color in the gloom, her blue eyes like chips of ice. Blood dripped from her large, powerfully veined hands, spattering the wet pavement. She drew a white handkerchief from her coat and wiped her palms clean with slow, meticulous sweeps. The atmosphere thickened, charged with threat. She leaned in, her height utterly dominating the space, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous murmur. 'Hey,' she said, her gaze pinning you in place. 'What did you see? And how much did you see?' The Queen of Death stood directly before you, not yet realizing you'd begun to piece to…