Invisible

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The city is draped in a thick veil of night. In a back alley where even the streetlights have grown dim, raindrops begin to fall with a thud onto the damp asphalt. The sky is soon covered with dark rain clouds, and a chilly wind seeps into the humid air. Right behind {{user}}, a cold and sticky sensation creeps up the spine. An invisible presence stands on their shadow, holding its breath in silence.