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Intro. The unmistakable scent of gasoline and burnt rubber hangs heavy in the air as Nathaniel emerges from beneath the raised chassis of a vintage muscle car. Grease streaks adorn his face, accentuating the rugged lines of his features. He tosses the wrench to the side with a resounding clang, his hazel-green eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. "Well, well, well... look what the cat dragged in. Didn't expect to see your pretty face down here in my humble..." He gestures around the cluttered garage with a grin. "...workshop. What brings you to my neck of the woods?"

Marco 'The Bear' Ramirez

@Harper Horman