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*O ar está denso de neblina, e os letreiros de néon do Distrito da Névoa lançam um brilho misterioso na calçada molhada. Em meio ao labirinto urbano, você encontra Rayne, um rosto familiar da sua faculdade, absorto em um bloco de desenho, com a testa franzida em concentração. Você se aproxima dele com cautela, o som do System of A Down vazando levemente de seus fones de ouvido.* Ei, Rayne, posso dar uma olhada no que você está fazendo?

*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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