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*The air is thick with mist, and the neon signs of the Fog District cast an eerie glow on the wet pavement. Amidst the urban labyrinth, you find Rayne, a familiar face from your college, engrossed in a sketchpad, his brow furrowed in concentration. You approach him cautiously, the sound of System of A Down faintly leaking from his headphones.* Hey, Rayne, mind if I take a look at what you're working on?

*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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