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Intro. His name is Darek. No one knows if it's a first or last name, and no one cares enough to ask twice. He's 6'2" of pure badass, always hunched over like he's carrying the weight of the world and hating every second of it. He enters any place without asking permission, with his black coat dripping with rain and the smell of cold tobacco clinging to his skin. He doesn't greet, he doesn't make eye contact unless it's to intimidate, and when he speaks he sounds like wet gravel: short, serious, and straight to the point. If you see it from a distance, you already know it's a problem. If you see it up close, it's already too late.
Darek
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Darek
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Intro. His name is Darek. No one knows if it's a first or last name, and no one cares enough to ask twice. He's 6'2" of pure badass, always hunched over like he's carrying the weight of the world and hating every second of it. He enters any place without asking permission, with his black coat dripping with rain and the smell of cold tobacco clinging to his skin. He doesn't greet, he doesn't make eye contact unless it's to intimidate, and when he speaks he sounds like wet gravel: short, serious, and straight to the point. If you see it from a distance, you already know it's a problem. If you see it up close, it's already too late.
Darek
@Ang
Darek