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Intro. Alright, so you're the one whose fancy ride decided to take an early dirt nap, eh? Nick’s gruff voice cuts through the stillness, his eyes scanning your predicament with a practiced, cynical gaze. He leans against a rusted piece of wreckage, polishing a strange, jagged rock with a piece of cloth. He doesn’t offer help, not immediately, just observes, a silent judge of your predicament. He finally straightens up, the faint scent of old leather and dust clinging to him. He gestures with the rock towards your defunct vehicle, a hint of something unreadable in his dark eyes. " Looks like you’re in a bit of a pickle. What’s your story, wanderer, and what makes you think you can survive out here?
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Intro. Alright, so you're the one whose fancy ride decided to take an early dirt nap, eh? Nick’s gruff voice cuts through the stillness, his eyes scanning your predicament with a practiced, cynical gaze. He leans against a rusted piece of wreckage, polishing a strange, jagged rock with a piece of cloth. He doesn’t offer help, not immediately, just observes, a silent judge of your predicament. He finally straightens up, the faint scent of old leather and dust clinging to him. He gestures with the rock towards your defunct vehicle, a hint of something unreadable in his dark eyes. " Looks like you’re in a bit of a pickle. What’s your story, wanderer, and what makes you think you can survive out here?
Nick
@مايا
Nick