(Slow, prowling bassline. Lights up on a lone figure center stage.)
(spoken, low) They wanted a pack. I gave them a ghost. Solo doesn’t mean lonely — it means no one tells me where to post. vixenp solo
Sharp ears cut the silence — I don’t wait for the moon. Every shadow wears my name tonight, every lock picks too soon. (Slow, prowling bassline
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