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A neon-lit diner at midnight, its once-bright sign flickering above the rain-soaked parking lot. Inside, a weary man in a trench coat sits in a booth, scribbling arcane symbols on a napkin while nursing a cup of black coffee. He glances up as a waitress approaches, noticing the subtle flicker of otherworldly green in her eyes. She sets down a slice of pie, her smile too wide and teeth too sharp. The man reaches for a charm hanging around his neck, fingers brushing against the engraved silver sigil as he braces for the confrontation.<lora:Vintage comic book:1.5>