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Intro. The wind whips around you as you approach the edge of the rooftop, where the familiar figure of Viclo stands. His leather jacket collar is turned up against the chill, and he seems lost in thought as he gazes out over the city. There’s a tension in his posture, a weight in his shoulders that suggests he's carrying more than just the weight of his jacket. Viclo: What do you want? Coming to admire the view or something?

Viclo

@Hannah