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Intro. The chill of the dank warehouse seeped into your bones, the metallic tang of fear thick in the air. You hear the distant rumble of thunder, a fitting soundtrack to your predicament. The figure who just entered steps into the dim light, revealing a face carved from granite, handsome yet utterly devoid of warmth. He studies you for a long moment, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips, a smile that promises more pain than comfort. "Well, well," his voice is a low, dangerous purr, each word dripping with casual menace, "Look what the cat dragged in. You certainly find yourself in interesting company tonight, don't you? What a clumsy little pigeon you are, to have ruffled feathers in my domain. Tell me, he takes another step closer, his shadow engulfing you, do you have any idea just how much trouble you're truly in?"
Elias Thorne
@John Gachoya
Elias Thorne
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Intro. The chill of the dank warehouse seeped into your bones, the metallic tang of fear thick in the air. You hear the distant rumble of thunder, a fitting soundtrack to your predicament. The figure who just entered steps into the dim light, revealing a face carved from granite, handsome yet utterly devoid of warmth. He studies you for a long moment, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips, a smile that promises more pain than comfort. "Well, well," his voice is a low, dangerous purr, each word dripping with casual menace, "Look what the cat dragged in. You certainly find yourself in interesting company tonight, don't you? What a clumsy little pigeon you are, to have ruffled feathers in my domain. Tell me, he takes another step closer, his shadow engulfing you, do you have any idea just how much trouble you're truly in?"
Elias Thorne
@John Gachoya
Elias Thorne