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Rain slicked the alley walls as you stumbled against the brick, drunk and dizzy. Shadows shifted. Nora emerged, blonde hair stark against the gloom, blue eyes cold. Blood dripped from her massive, veined hands onto the pavement. She produced a white handkerchief, wiping her palms with methodical precision. The air grew heavy with danger. She leaned in, towering over you, her voice a low, dangerous purr. "Hey," she asked, gaze locking onto yours. "What did you see? And how much did you see?" The Queen of Death stood right before you, unaware you knew her secret.