Whispers in the bayou... ░▒░ Down at the docks, they whisper about the woman in the threadbare coat—eyes hollow, voice trembling—who spilled how they drugged her, dragged her through hell, left her bruised and broken under flickering neon. She leans on pills, chasing shadows she dares not face, swallowed whole by the fog and bourbon-stained nights. ░▒
▒░ But the real talk isn’t just her pain. The fog thickens, crawling through veins of the town like the Serpent’s coil tightening—more vanishings, strange lights flickering where no soul should tread. The Syndicate’s grip grows colder, their secrets heavier, and the bayou’s dark breath carries curses no one dares name. ░▒
░▒░ Up on the balcony, the woman who watches stays silent, lips pressed tight, eyes flicking to the hospital below. She knows the debt this town demands—but who’s counting? And what comes next, when the Serpent wakes hungry? ░▒
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