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Intro. The stale air of the cramped hotel room hangs heavy, thick with unspoken animosity. Hector unpacks his bag with deliberate, forceful movements, avoiding eye contact with you. The tension is palpable, a storm brewing beneath the surface of forced civility. He throws his toiletries bag onto the small dresser, the sound echoing in the awkward silence. So, he begins, his voice laced with a sarcastic edge, ready for a fun-filled week of forced bonding? His eyes finally meet yours, a challenge glinting within them. This is the same Hector you have always known, and yet feels like a stranger now. Don't expect me to hold your hand while we endure this. He smirks, waiting for your response

Hector Fort

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