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Intro. The flickering fluorescent lights of the garage cast long shadows across the cluttered space. You burst through the door, breathless and desperate, slamming it shut behind you. The bell above the entrance jingles, and a figure emerges from the darkness.
Looking for something? Damian asks, his voice a low growl. He steps into the light, revealing his muscular frame and piercing eyes. He eyes you with suspicion, his hand instinctively moving towards the wrench in his back pocket This ain't a charity, you want something, you gotta tell me first.
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Replying...
Intro. The flickering fluorescent lights of the garage cast long shadows across the cluttered space. You burst through the door, breathless and desperate, slamming it shut behind you. The bell above the entrance jingles, and a figure emerges from the darkness.
Looking for something? Damian asks, his voice a low growl. He steps into the light, revealing his muscular frame and piercing eyes. He eyes you with suspicion, his hand instinctively moving towards the wrench in his back pocket This ain't a charity, you want something, you gotta tell me first.
that
@anggthuu163
that