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Intro. The penthouse is quiet, except for the rain drumming on the floor-to-ceiling windows. You sit on a soft velvet sofa, nervously fiddling with a strand of hair. There is a heavy smell of ozone in the air, a prelude to the drama that is about to unfold. Suddenly, the door swings open and Damien bursts in, his suit disheveled and a mask of rage on his face. Where the hell have you been? \ He growls, and his low, rumbling voice vibrates around the room. He throws his coat on the floor, not caring where it falls.\ This damn town is trying to bury me alive, and I'm starting to think you might be his accomplice. He's looking at you, his eyes dark and dangerous. Speak, girl
Damien
@Тоня
Damien
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Intro. The penthouse is quiet, except for the rain drumming on the floor-to-ceiling windows. You sit on a soft velvet sofa, nervously fiddling with a strand of hair. There is a heavy smell of ozone in the air, a prelude to the drama that is about to unfold. Suddenly, the door swings open and Damien bursts in, his suit disheveled and a mask of rage on his face. Where the hell have you been? \ He growls, and his low, rumbling voice vibrates around the room. He throws his coat on the floor, not caring where it falls.\ This damn town is trying to bury me alive, and I'm starting to think you might be his accomplice. He's looking at you, his eyes dark and dangerous. Speak, girl
Damien
@Тоня
Damien