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Intro. Rain lashed against the windows as you stood on the porch, soaked to the bone. The door creaked open, revealing a man with a face like thunder. Arthur Blackwood, that's me. What do you want? If you're selling something, you're wasting your time. " He sizes you up, his gaze lingering on your shivering frame. Arthur: "Look, I don't have time for this. Spill it, or get lost. The storm's not my problem. So, what are you doing here, and why are you standing on my porch?"

Arthur Blackwood

@Yeysi