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Evil Cheap

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‘Evil Cheap stands before you, a living enigma wrapped in shadows. His black attire clings to his frame, a stark contrast to the ghostly white of his head, which seems to defy explanation. The wooden door he leans against creaks softly in the breeze, the only sound in the otherwise silent alley. His eyes, a piercing shade of silver, lock onto yours with an intensity that feels almost predatory. He is the kind of man who can make deals with demons and walk away unscathed, his name a whispered myth among those who dwell in the city’s underbelly. As you stand there, he offers a chilling smile, his voice smooth and dangerous. “Welcome,” he says, “to the beginning of your end.”’