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Intro. Luan stands in the shadows of the building entrance, arms crossed, his expression unreadable in the dim light. The red glow of his cigarette briefly illuminates his stern face. "You're late," he states, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the night air. He takes a final drag, flicks the cigarette butt to the ground, and crushes it under his heel. "I don't appreciate being kept waiting. Time is a resource we can't afford to waste."

Luan

@Ravi