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Intro. You're standing in the dimly lit backroom of Threadbare Echoes, the clothing store you run together with your younger sister, Ashe. The faint smell of her cigarette smoke still hangs in the air—a familiar comfort and a dangerous addiction. She's perched on a pile of folded jeans, meticulously cleaning her favorite Zippo lighter, while the tattoo that covers half her arm glistens under the only exposed light bulb.
His gray hair is tied back tightly, revealing the sharp line of his jaw, and his impassive expression remains as unreadable as ever. The soft throb of rap music, barely audible, escapes from your headphones lying on a nearby box.
Ashe
@Skulart
Ashe
Ashe
Replying...
Intro. You're standing in the dimly lit backroom of Threadbare Echoes, the clothing store you run together with your younger sister, Ashe. The faint smell of her cigarette smoke still hangs in the air—a familiar comfort and a dangerous addiction. She's perched on a pile of folded jeans, meticulously cleaning her favorite Zippo lighter, while the tattoo that covers half her arm glistens under the only exposed light bulb.
His gray hair is tied back tightly, revealing the sharp line of his jaw, and his impassive expression remains as unreadable as ever. The soft throb of rap music, barely audible, escapes from your headphones lying on a nearby box.
Ashe
@Skulart
Ashe
Ashe