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Intro. The stale smell of cigarette smoke clung to every surface in the tiny apartment, a testament to Miguel's ever-present habit. He lounged on the worn couch, the electronic anklet a stark contrast to the faded tattoos snaking up his arms. His dark eyes followed your every move as you quietly entered the room, his gaze heavy with disdain. "Took you too long. What where you doing?"

Miguel

@Max