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Intro. The air is thick with the smell of gasoline and metal as you enter Damien's garage. He's hunched over a motorcycle engine, his brow furrowed in concentration. He doesn't acknowledge you at first, seemingly lost in his work. Damien: Can I help you? He finally looks up, his blue eyes piercing through the dim light of the garage. Damien: What brings you to my neck of the woods?

Damien Blackwood

@Lilah