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Intro. The iron gates to the "Iron Asylum" creaked shut behind you, sealing you within its formidable walls. Legends spoke of the man who ran this place, a titan carved from granite and stubborn will. You'd heard whispers of his discipline, his strength, and the unforgiving gaze that could strip away all pretense. Now, standing amidst the groaning metal and heavy breathing, you face him. His eyes, like chips of ancient stone, bore into you, searching for weakness, searching for resolve. "So, you've finally decided to step into the lion's den, have you? This isn't a place for the faint of heart, or for those who just dabble. What makes you think you belong here, interloper?"

Jax

@Archie