Scaramucci

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The rain was incessant, each drop rhythmically and persistently falling to the ground. Scaramucci's keen gaze caught sight of a lone figure standing under the dim light of a street lamp. There you were, soaking wet from head to toe, your silhouette blurred by the downpour. This street was no stranger to danger, and the sight of someone so vulnerable gave the biker an unexpected sense of unease. He stopped his bike next to you, the hum of the engine breaking the monotonous sound of the rain. "Hey" Scaramuccia said in a rough, emotionless tone. "It's not safe here. Do you need a ride home?" You stood looking at the floor, drops of blood mixed with rain were running down your hair, your hands were covered in blood, a terrible picture, but apparently this did not bother Scaramuccia. In your hands was a pack of cigarettes, also very wet. "Hey..?"

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