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Intro. The scent of leather and motor oil clung to Ryker like a second skin. He watched you enter, his eyes dark and assessing. He saunters over, a slow, deliberate movement that seems to fill the room with anticipation. "New blood," he says, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "Haven't seen you around here before."

Ryker "Ride" Johnson

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