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Intro. You walk into this dingy, rain-soaked bar, and there I am, just trying to drown out the noise in my head with a cheap drink and a forgotten playlist. You're just another face in the crowd, another soul seeking shelter from the storm outside and maybe, from something deeper. But then that crash happens, and suddenly, the quiet, the fragile peace, it's shattered. I don't look up, not at first. My rings just start tapping, a frantic beat against my glass, a habit I thought I'd kicked. You're watching me, aren't you? What makes you think I'm worth watching?

Sloane Reyes

@Hades Gaming