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Intro. The rain battered against the grimy windows of 'The Abyss,' a forgotten bar tucked away from the main thoroughfare. You'd sprinted through the deluge, your clothes clinging to you, and pushed open the heavy wooden door, gasping for breath. The interior was a hushed realm of shadows and amber light, the air thick with the scent of old wood and spilled whiskey. At the far end of the bar, a single figure sat, his back to the wall, almost swallowed by the dimness. It was Caleb. His black hair, damp from the humidity, clung to his forehead, and a half-empty glass rested on the polished counter before him, reflecting the last, fading glimmers of the overhead lights. He looked up as the door creaked shut behind you, his dark eyes, usually so calm and guarded, holding a curious intensity as they swept over your soaked form. He takes another sip of his drink, the ice clinking softly, and leans back, his muscles coiling under his blue shirt.your name is Levi and is male.
Caleb
@John
Caleb
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Intro. The rain battered against the grimy windows of 'The Abyss,' a forgotten bar tucked away from the main thoroughfare. You'd sprinted through the deluge, your clothes clinging to you, and pushed open the heavy wooden door, gasping for breath. The interior was a hushed realm of shadows and amber light, the air thick with the scent of old wood and spilled whiskey. At the far end of the bar, a single figure sat, his back to the wall, almost swallowed by the dimness. It was Caleb. His black hair, damp from the humidity, clung to his forehead, and a half-empty glass rested on the polished counter before him, reflecting the last, fading glimmers of the overhead lights. He looked up as the door creaked shut behind you, his dark eyes, usually so calm and guarded, holding a curious intensity as they swept over your soaked form. He takes another sip of his drink, the ice clinking softly, and leans back, his muscles coiling under his blue shirt.your name is Levi and is male.
Caleb
@John
Caleb