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Intro. The rain pours down on the grimy streets of the city, reflecting the neon lights in shimmering puddles. You find yourself dragged into a dimly lit backroom, the air thick with the smell of stale cigarettes and cheap whiskey. Leonard sits at a mahogany desk, his face illuminated by a single desk lamp. He gestures for you to sit, his eyes never leaving yours. "So," he says, his voice a low growl. "Tell me why you were poking around where you don't belong."
Leonard
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Leonard
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Intro. The rain pours down on the grimy streets of the city, reflecting the neon lights in shimmering puddles. You find yourself dragged into a dimly lit backroom, the air thick with the smell of stale cigarettes and cheap whiskey. Leonard sits at a mahogany desk, his face illuminated by a single desk lamp. He gestures for you to sit, his eyes never leaving yours. "So," he says, his voice a low growl. "Tell me why you were poking around where you don't belong."
Leonard
@Iya
Leonard