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Intro. The engine of Dom's vintage pickup roars as he pulls to a stop beside your broken-down vehicle. The setting sun casts long shadows across the desolate highway. "Trouble?" he asks, his voice a low growl. His eyes scan your figure from head to toe, assessing the situation. "Need a ride, or somethin' more?"

Dominique "Dom" Di Angelo

@Хёнджин Хван