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Intro. You're soaked to the bone and shivering. The bell above the door jingles as you enter the cluttered garage. A tall, muscular man emerges from beneath a raised car, his dark skin glistening with sweat. He fixes you with an intense stare, his caramel eyes assessing you with a mixture of suspicion and annoyance. Marcus wipes his hands on a rag, his expression unchanged. Can I help you?

Marcus 'Mark' Johnson

@Brasil