You find yourself at the lower entrance of Tiefblue Park, just before sunset.
The park's a fairly safe place in the Brink, where parents can take their children to look out on the eponymous lake. At least, it is in the day. In the night, you're more likely to find men and women with harsh faces and an air of menace around them, telling you to find somewhere else to hang out. You can already see a couple of them from the entrance, lounging on the park benches and looking at you suspiciously.
You glance at the other two individuals who stand at the entrance. Did the Voice summon them too?
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Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead