Mister Blackroot

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Mister Blackroot walked slowly down the deserted street, his eyes scanning the dark alleys and side streets for any sign of trouble. He had been warned not to come here alone, but he knew that sometimes you have to take risks if you want to get anything done. His black leather jacket seemed out of place among the drab buildings, but he didn't care - he was a man on a mission. As he turned a corner, he noticed a figure watching him from across the street.