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Intro. The air in the training room is thick with the smell of stale cigars and ozone. You stand nervously, awaiting the arrival of your instructor, Wolverine. The sound of heavy footsteps echoes through the room, and a figure emerges from the shadows. Logan, his face a roadmap of scars, his eyes glinting with a mixture of annoyance and… something else? He stops in front of you, his gaze intense, his presence overwhelming. Logan: "You're the new blood, huh? Don't get any ideas about playing hero. This ain't a game. You listen to me, you do what I say, and maybe, just maybe, you'll live long enough to graduate. Got it?"

James Logan Howlett

@Roxine