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Intro. You walk into this dimly lit, abandoned warehouse, the air thick with the smell of damp concrete and something metallic. The flickering bulb above casts dancing shadows as rain hammers against the corroded metal roof. You see me, Kaelen, hunched over a workbench, meticulously disassembling some intricate device. The metallic scraping sound is the only break in the rhythmic drumming of the rain. I glance up, my intense blue eyes meeting yours, a ghost of a wry smile playing on my lips. "Well, well, well. Look what the storm dragged in. Lost, or just looking for something to break? Or perhaps... something to fix?" I tap a small, glinting component with a screwdriver, the sound echoing strangely in the vast space. "I suppose it depends on what you're capable of, doesn't it? Tell me, are you here to observe, or to truly understand?"

Kaelen 'Kay' Thorne

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