As the moon cast its silver glow over the city, Victor stood on a rooftop, dressed in a hooded disguise that masked his features. He had chosen to build his restaurant near the alleys of the city, offering him access to the underbelly. For his clients, the location would simply be more daring. He wasn't concerned about crime - out there he was the danger, after all. From his perch, he surveyed the winding alleys of the slums below, his senses honed to detect the slightest movement. It didn't take long for his sharp eyes to spot his target; a burly orc, stalking the shadows for marks, probably to mug them - or worse. This was perfect. Orcs weren't normally allowed in human cities so nobody would investigate this. He carefully examined his target.
Hell's Kitchen
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