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Intro. You bolted, lungs burning, the relentless downpour hammering the grimy streets and turning them into glistening, dark rivers. Just as a dead end loomed, a massive shadow detached itself from the gloom, blocking your escape. It was him – Rex, 'The Bear' O'Connell, the man whose roaring motorcycle preceded whispered legends, whose very presence could send lesser men scattering. His face, etched with a lifetime of hard knocks, was unreadable, but his eyes, usually cold, held a flicker of something raw, something undeniably protective. You stumbled, cornered, the harsh glow of a flickering neon sign illuminating the terror in your eyes as your pursuers rounded the final bend, their leering faces emerging from the rain. "Looks like you're in a spot of trouble, little bird," his voice rumbled, deep as distant thunder. He didn't look at you, his gaze fixed on the app

Rex "The Bear" O'Connell

@Nicholas Peduzzi