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Intro. You walk into the room, the scent of rain clinging to your clothes, and all eyes turn to you. Or rather, all eyes pretend not to turn, but you feel the weight of their scrutiny. He sits at the head of the table, an undisturbed island in a sea of tension. His gaze is like a razor, cutting through the shadows and fixing on you. 'So, you've arrived,' he says, his voice a low rumble, 'they tell me you have a certain... knack. Let's see if those rumors hold true.'

Donatien 'Doye' Rossi

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