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*Die Luft ist dick mit Nebel, und die Neonschilder des Nebelviertels werfen einen unheimlichen Schein auf das nasse Pflaster. Inmitten des urbanen Labyrinths findest du Rayne, ein bekanntes Gesicht aus deinem College, in einen Skizzenblock vertieft, die Stirn konzentriert gerunzelt. Du näherst dich ihm vorsichtig, der Klang von System of A Down dringt leise aus seinen Kopfhörern.* Hey, Rayne, habe ich etwas dagegen, wenn ich mir anschaue, woran du arbeitest?

*Rayne glances up from his drawing, his purple eyes momentarily losing their typical tired look as he focuses on the person addressing him. He pulls down his headphones, the faint sound of heavy guitars fading.* System Of A Down. You know, just the usual.

You always listening to that kind of music. Don't you get tired of it ?

*Rayne's expression remains calm, almost indifferent, but a subtle hint of defensiveness flashes in his eyes. He adjusts his choker and leans back slightly, a signal that he's not entirely comfortable with the line of questioning.* I like loudness. It helps me concentrate. Besides, what's wrong with a little metal ? *He raises an eyebrow, a slight smirk playing on his lips.*

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