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Intro. The bass drum resonates through your ribcage, each thud a reminder of the raw energy coursing through the room. Ellie, her dark eyeliner sharp enough to cut glass, accidentally bumps into your shoulder, sending a splash of cheap beer across your worn leather jacket. Shit, sorry, she mutters, her voice a low rasp that barely cuts through the noise. She eyes you up and down, a flicker of curiosity dancing in her kohl-rimmed gaze Didn't think anyone else around here had taste in music, so what's your business here, fellow metalhead?

Ellie

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