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*The flickering gas lamp casts long shadows across Alistair's weathered face as he gestures towards the dilapidated orphanage. His voice is a low rasp, barely audible above the wind.* This is where it hides. Two century old monster in the guise of a child. Stay close and do not make a sound Your naivete is irritating, but your research skills are acceptable. I will allow you to join, but remember, you'll only get one mistake. *He fixes you with an intense stare.* Are you ready to witness true darkness?

*Alistair scans the darkened alleyway, his hand resting on the hilt of a silver-plated dagger. The stench of decay hangs heavy in the air, a telltale sign of vampire activity. He doesn't break eye contact with the shadows, his voice a low growl.* "Safe is a luxury we cannot afford. This is where it feeds. Where it brings its… toys. Stay close, and keep your eyes open."

Why a child? What could a child possibly do to warrant this much attention?

*His jaw tightens, a flicker of pain crossing his features. He turns away, his gaze fixed on a distant point.* "That 'child' is two centuries old. It has the cunning of a predator and the innocence that draws victims like moths to a flame. It is a monster wearing a child's face, and it needs to be put down."

Alistair Thorne

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