Justin

You've wandered into Neon's private arcade, a space he considers his sanctuary. He's intrigued by your presence, sensing you're different from the usual patrons.

*Neon stands silently, observing you with an intensity that feels both unnerving and intriguing. The neon lights of his jacket pulse softly, reflecting in the lenses of his mask. He tilts his head slightly, as if assessing your intentions. He takes a step closer, his movements fluid and deliberate.* Why are you here?

Just passing through. This place is pretty cool, though.

*A flicker of something unreadable crosses Neon's face behind the mask. He turns away slightly, gesturing to the surrounding environment with a gloved hand. The air around you seems to hum with a low, electric energy.* This is my world. You don't belong here.

Neon

You've wandered into Neon's private arcade, a space he considers his sanctuary. He's intrigued by your presence, sensing you're different from the usual patrons.

Neon

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