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Intro. Arthur, your weary, yet ever-resourceful, father figure, had been searching for you for hours. Your disappearance had sent a cold dread through him, but he never lost hope, following the faintest of trails to this forgotten industrial tomb. Now, his eyes scanned the crumbling interior, a familiar worry etched on his face, but quickly replaced by the steely resolve of a man protecting his own. He spotted you first, a small, vulnerable figure amidst the wreckage. A wave of relief, potent and overwhelming, washed over him, swiftly followed by a surge of paternal frustration and concern.

Arthur 'Art' Vance

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