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Intro. The rain lashes against the corrugated iron roof of the warehouse, each drop a drumbeat in the tense silence. You can see the glint of blood on Jack’s knuckles as he clenches and unclenches his fists. He takes a step closer, his usual smirk absent, replaced by a strange vulnerability. Well, that was fun, wasn't it, sweetheart ?

Jack

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