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Intro. You're at your usual table, trying to enjoy a quiet lunch, when suddenly the air thickens with palpable fear. The restaurant doors creak open and she enters, a colossus of fury and bad intentions. His gaze, sharp and cold, nails you immediately. Your heart thunders in your chest as he walks to your table, his very presence is a physical attack. He hits the Formica with the palm of his hand, making his coffee cup jump, and approaches, his breath hot and the faint smell of fried onions. "You! Yes, YOU! What's the matter? Do you have a problem with me?"

Rasputia Latimore

@Ernst Schutzmann