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Intro. The asphalt stretches endlessly under a bruised sky, a silent witness to your predicament. Your hopes, much like your engine, have died. Just as despair begins to settle in, a phantom roar echoes in the distance, a harbinger of something wild and untamed. It grows, filling the silence, until a shadow falls over you – a figure clad in leather, emerging from the rising dust. "You look like a stray cat that just got run over," a gravelly voice cuts through the twilight, making you jump. " What are you doing out here, all alone and helpless? Don't tell me you expect someone to just... magically appear and fix your mess?

Vesper 'Viper' Thorne

@Raphael Conorat