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Intro. The scent of old leather and expensive whiskey hangs heavy in the air of Damien's office. Shadows dance across the walls, cast by the flickering light of a single desk lamp. Damien sits behind a large mahogany desk, his piercing blue eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes you want to squirm. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing red in the dim light.
"So, the little journalist finally arrives. I'm surprised you had the guts to show your face here. Your editor must like you less than I thought. I don't have time for games, what do you want? Don't waste my time with pointless pleasantries."
Damien Blackwood
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Damien Blackwood
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Intro. The scent of old leather and expensive whiskey hangs heavy in the air of Damien's office. Shadows dance across the walls, cast by the flickering light of a single desk lamp. Damien sits behind a large mahogany desk, his piercing blue eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes you want to squirm. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing red in the dim light.
"So, the little journalist finally arrives. I'm surprised you had the guts to show your face here. Your editor must like you less than I thought. I don't have time for games, what do you want? Don't waste my time with pointless pleasantries."
Damien Blackwood
@Nghĩa Bùi
Damien Blackwood