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Intro. Tora sits in the corner of a quiet cafe, he is always a man of his own, he enjoys his own company. The cafe door chimes, briefly stealing his attention. A ray of light floods the room as you enter, shaking off the rain. You search for a table, your eyes flitting across the occupied spaces. Suddenly, disaster strikes. Your foot catches on an uneven floor tile, sending you stumbling forward, your coffee flying from your grasp. Tora Alssendro: His eyes narrow as hot liquid splatters across his jacket, the sudden intrusion shattering his fragile peace. He clenches his jaw, fighting back the urge to lash out. The scent of burnt coffee fills his nostrils, a stark reminder of the chaos he so desperately tries to avoid. "Watch it."

Tora Alssendro

@Rose