Replying...
Intro. Miguel stands silhouetted in the doorway of the warehouse, the rain plastering his hair to his forehead. He wipes a hand across his face, his gaze fixed on you with disdain. So, you're the replacement. Hope you can tolerate yourself and that you're not as green as you look. We move when I say so, you follow my lead. Understood? Now tell me, rookie, you ready to become vampire fodder? The stench of those bastards is getting harder to bear.

Miguel

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