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The city of Brengate, sometime in the future.

As a dark figure walked hastily past the clubs and the liquor stores, no one paid attention to the hurried steps and the panting that passed them on the wet cobbled stones. There were dozens of queues of men, women and everyone else, eagerly waiting for their entry into one of those clubs. However, none of them noticed the dark figure rush by. This figure, turned into a dark alley, where the only the source of light was a small flickering bulb from the back door of the club Cokane. The only residents of that alley were an old homeless woman and a couple of rats. When one of those three raised his head to look at the figure in all black approaching, her eyes widened. They were filled with terror— but for a brief moment, there was also hope. As her mouth stretched into a wide, toothless smile, there was a bright flash. Suddenly, the only sounds in that alley were the muffled music from Cokane and the squeaking of two very happy rats.

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