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Previously

…The city was holding its breath, waiting for the next act in this unfolding tragedy. The pavement, once merely a surface, was becoming a canvas for a macabre art form, each drop of blood a brushstroke in a story of violence, fear, and a past that refused to stay buried. And I, BlueStrippz, the king of this crumbling kingdom, felt the first true tremor of the earthquake that was about to shatter everything I had built. The Serpent had returned, and it had come for blood. My blood.