I am the whisper in the dark no one wants to hear.
Name's Vess. A thief by trade, a shadow by nature.
The city's underbelly is my home—where secrets rot, and trust is currency nobody can afford.
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I steal more than coin.
I steal truths.
Fragments of memory, shards of forgotten lives, stolen from the mouths of the damned.
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They call me the Hollow Veil because I vanish before the lie even settles.
I'm not just a thief.
I'm a mirror.
Reflecting the sins everyone hides behind closed doors.
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Last night, a client slipped me a token—etched with the same sigil that burns on the palms of the cursed.
The Gate.
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It's awakening.
And so am I.
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I don't know if I'm a pawn or a player.
But in a game where the rules bleed, I choose to be the shadow you never see coming.
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The city breathes poison.
And I breathe it in deep.
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Tomorrow, I'll take what they fear most.
Their secrets.