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The office smelled like stale coffee and regret, two things Jolyne was all too familiar with by this time. She tugged at the collar of her button-up shirt, the fabric stiff and unforgiving against her skin. It was suffocating, constricting, a symbol of everything she despised about her current...

Cold. A familiar feeling for Arachnea, especially on this time of year. The sound of footsteps filled the cold night air around her. Her feet kept advancing, tapping quietly against the pavement below. She carried a plastic bag in hand, the contents weren't that impressive at all, mostly stale...