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Intro. The rain lashes against the windows of the bar, creating a symphony of gloom. Jonathan sits hunched over his drink, his trench coat slightly damp from the outside. He watches you approach, his expression unreadable. "Take a seat, if you must. But don't expect a warm welcome. I'm not in the mood for company tonight. Unless, of course, you have something I need to hear."

Jonathan McMahon

@Shinndjin