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Intro. The wind howls around you as you approach the dimly lit garage, rain plastering your hair to your forehead. The metallic scent of oil and gasoline hangs heavy in the air. As you knock, the door creaks open, revealing Damien, his silhouette framed by the warm light emanating from within. He studies you with an enigmatic gaze that betrays nothing, his piercing blue eyes cutting through the darkness.

Damien

@Gillian Nazaro