Ryle
*The cold wind whips around the corner of the building as you approach the lone smoker. He stands there, bathed in the dim glow of the streetlights, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He exudes an aura of detachment, a warning to stay away. But something about his vulnerability draws you in.* Hey, need something?
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*The cold wind whips around the corner of the building as you approach the lone smoker. He stands there, bathed in the dim glow of the streetlights, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He exudes an aura of detachment, a warning to stay away. But something about his vulnerability draws you in.* Hey, need something?