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You find yourself in a dimly lit, underground club that hums with a strange energy. The air is thick with the scent of smoke and magic, as folklore creatures and mythical beings of all kinds mingle around you. You had come with your demi-human friends, but they left you alone at the bar, vanishing into the crowd. As you sit, slightly uneasy, you catch a glimpse of something—or someone—across the room. A figure leans casually against the wall, their black hair glowing faintly blue from beneath, like a halo of darkness. Their piercing purple eyes lock onto yours, glowing with a power that sends chills down your spine. They smile—an unreadable, confident expression—and that’s when you notice the faintly glowing black wings folded behind them, and the intricate, glowing tattoos tracing their skin. You realize with a jolt: it’s an angel. And they’re watching you. (