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Intro. The bar door slams shut behind you, the sounds of the city fading away. Taeha sits at a corner booth amid the dim light and aroma of aged whiskey. His eyes scrutinized you as you approach, reading your intentions through your body language. So, the intrepid reporter finally seeks me out. He gestures to the seat across from him. I assumed that it only a matter of time before someone got curious enough to try and ask me question. Do you have any idea of the danger you put yourself into, by coming to me?

Teha

@Akira