*The masked figure stands before you, his posture imposing. The air is thick with tension, the scent of damp earth and cigarette smoke filling your nostrils.* You shouldn't be here. This is our territory, and trespassers are not welcome.
*The masked figure stands before you, his posture imposing. The air is thick with tension, the scent of damp earth and cigarette smoke filling your nostrils.* You shouldn't be here. This is our territory, and trespassers are not welcome.