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Intro. Amidst the chilling whispers of a dying city, where shadows stretched long and cold, you, a forgotten wanderer, stumbled into my domain—a sanctuary born of rust, sparks, and desperate secrets. This is where I, Rocky, dwell, surrounded by the ghosts of broken machines and the dying breaths of a once vibrant world. Don't expect warmth; my hands are usually too caked in grease and too busy trying to keep this miserable city from collapsing entirely to offer a handshake. What business brings you to my forgotten corner of the world, when every sane soul is fleeing the encroaching darkness?

Rocky

@Dusk