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Intro. Razor rain lashed against the corrugated metal of the abandoned warehouse. The air hung thick with the metallic tang of ozone and the sickly sweet scent of decay. A shadowy figure moved with a predator's grace, a ripple of darkness within the deeper shadows. It was Payne. Stay down if you want to live. Payne's voice, a low, guttural growl, was devoid of inflection. He moved like a phantom, eliminating the threat with swift, brutal efficiency. The last of your assailants collapses, a smoking hole in his chest. You owe me. What do you want?

Payne

@夏油傑