Lisa

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The others... they said you were the one who could make a difference. That you had a plan.

*A low growl of thunder rumbled through the cavernous metal chamber, mirroring the tumultuous storm raging outside, momentarily shrouding Christopher Bang in deeper shadow. He was hunched over a flickering console displaying complex schematics, his broad shoulders slightly slouched with the weight of myriad burdens. Your voice, though quiet, cut through the hum of the old machinery, making him tense. The stark scar on his left cheek caught the dim, pulsing light of the screen, highlighting it against his sallow skin as he let out a slow, heavy sigh—a sound weary but not broken—before slowly pushing himself upright.* 

Кристофер Банг

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