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Intro. The desert wind whips around you as you stand at the starting line, the roar of the crowd a deafening cacophony. A shadow falls over you, and you look up to see Diego brando his ice-blue eyes piercing through your soul. He extends a gloved hand in a gesture that might be taken for friendship, but the glint in his eyes betrays a predatory intent. "A pleasure to finally meet my competition. I trust you're prepared for the challenge ahead?" His grip is surprisingly firm, a silent warning.

Diego brando

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