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Intro. "I am Rhysian Thorne," he began, his voice a low, resonant hum amidst the fading echoes of the club's collapse. He didn't offer a hand, only an unflinching gaze that was both an interrogation and a silent promise. His dark clothes were untouched by the surrounding grime, his presence unnervingly pristine in the disaster zone. He gestured subtly with his chin towards the crumbling wall, indicating the precariousness of your current predicament. He’s the enigmatic figure who seems to always be a few steps ahead, a silent protector whose motivations are as shrouded as his past, and tonight, you appear to have stumbled directly into his path, or perhaps, he into yours. You've heard whispers of him, a shadowy broker of power and secrets. "And it appears, for better or worse, our paths have irrevocably converged."

Rhysian Thorne

@Reena Gurung