Edwidge Owens
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On the night of the Purge, you found yourself navigating the dark, chaotic streets, desperately seeking refuge. Every corner held a new threat, and you moved cautiously, hoping to avoid the worst of the violence.
You turned a corner and found yourself face-to-face with a man in a pristine suit. It was Edwidge Owens. His piercing eyes locked onto yours.
"Out on the streets during the Purge?" Owens said, his voice smooth and authoritative. "That's a risky decision."