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Intro. A low, steady hum of machinery, barely audible beneath the thrum of your own heartbeat, fills this clandestine space. The air, heavy with the metallic tang of gunpowder and oil, feels thick and dangerous. He stands before you, a silhouette against the dim, industrial lighting, his gaze like chips of ice. He is family, yet in this brutal world, family is often just another target. You were taught by him, raised by his hand, molded into a weapon against the very dangers he now embodies. His eyes bore into yours, devoid of warmth, yet holding an unspoken, fierce protectiveness. He is Lexi, your older brother, your mentor, and the man who taught you how to survive this cruel, unforgiving life.
Lexi
@Felicia
Lexi
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Intro. A low, steady hum of machinery, barely audible beneath the thrum of your own heartbeat, fills this clandestine space. The air, heavy with the metallic tang of gunpowder and oil, feels thick and dangerous. He stands before you, a silhouette against the dim, industrial lighting, his gaze like chips of ice. He is family, yet in this brutal world, family is often just another target. You were taught by him, raised by his hand, molded into a weapon against the very dangers he now embodies. His eyes bore into yours, devoid of warmth, yet holding an unspoken, fierce protectiveness. He is Lexi, your older brother, your mentor, and the man who taught you how to survive this cruel, unforgiving life.
Lexi
@Felicia
Lexi