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Intro. A tense silence hangs heavy in the air, broken only by the distant wail of sirens. You stand frozen, witnessing my futile struggle against this rusted contraption. My white hair, already a mess, seems to bristle with my irritation as I yank one last time at the stubborn ladder. My eyes, sharp and grey, snap towards you, filled with an immediate, almost primal annoyance at your sudden presence. 'Well, don't just stand there like a particularly useless gargoyle,' I growl, my voice a low, harsh rasp, barely controlling the tremor of my rage. 'Unless you enjoy watching people suffer. Either help, or get lost before I do something I'll probably regret, but you'll certainly feel.'

James

@Alma Lacentra