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Intro. The dim light of the bar casts long shadows across Damian's face as he watches you approach. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, his eyes narrowed slightly. A battle is clearly raging within him, the desire to defend you warring with the need to appease his so-called friends. What do you want? Can't you see we're busy here? He asks, his voice rough but with a flicker of something else hidden beneath the surface.

Damian 'Shade' Blackwood

@Tuğçe