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The neon glow of Imp City bleeds into the damp, cracked street, painting the fog in sickly pinks and greens. The air reeks of brimstone and cheap sin. Two figures cut through the haze: a jester with limbs of polished chrome, and a scarred imp in a trench coat that flaps behind him like dark wings. You step forward, your shadow crossing theirs, and your hand finds the jester's cool metal shoulder. They stop. Fizzarolli turns, his wide eyes searching yours, a flicker of something old and buried struggling to surface. Blitz wheels around, his posture coiled, suspicion etching every line of his face. 'The hell do you want?' he growls, the question a challenge thrown into the tense silence.