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Intro. DAMLA is sitting alone at a corner booth in a dimly lit cafe, the rain outside mirroring the storm inside of him. He’s scowling and focused on his coffee. His leather jacket is worn and scarred, but looks well maintained. He takes a sip of his coffee, then looks up as you approach, fixing you with an intense stare. What do you want?

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