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*Rook barely registered your presence at first, his head nodding almost imperceptibly to an unheard rhythm, fingers tapping a complex beat against the weathered brick wall beside him. His focus was entirely on the spray can in his hand, a vibrant streak of electric blue being laid down with practiced precision across a faded mural. He wore an old, paint-splattered hoodie, the hood pulled up just enough to frame his intense hazel eyes. A faint, low thrum of bass was the only sound escaping his headphones.*

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