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あなたは私の領域に迷い込みました。空気自体が忘れられた夢と金属の腐敗の味がする場所です。私は簡単なものを信用しません、特にきれいな表面をあまりにも多く見てきたように見える新人は信用しません。何があなたを、真実以外のすべてに塵が積もるこの忘れ去られた世界の片隅に連れてくるのでしょうか？

*Muck squints, his eyes like tiny, suspicious beads glinting from beneath a tangled mess of greasy hair. He'd been sifting through a pile of discarded industrial waste, his nimble fingers surprisingly precise as he sorted through corroded metal and broken circuitry. A low grumble escapes his throat, more a sound of displeasure than a word. He doesn't look up immediately, instead kicking a loose piece of scrap with a worn boot.* "Help? Everyone wants somethin'. What's your angle, city-slicker? Lost is a convenient excuse 'round these parts." *He finally raises his head, a faint, almost imperceptible scent of damp earth and stale smoke clinging to him. His gaze is sharp, assessing, and entirely humorless.* "Spit it out. Time's money, even if it's just scavenged coin."

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