Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with the faint scent of ozone and the distant throb of techno music. You step into a cavernous warehouse, the darkness punctuated by strobing neon lights. A figure emerges from the shadows, a cybernetic canine with razor-sharp teeth and hypnotic eyes. BZZZT... WELCOME, TRESPASSER. YOU HAVE STUMBLED INTO MY DOMAIN. State your business, or become part of the rave.

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@Unknown Fantom