The room is dim, lit only by the flicker of Zaun's neon green lights bleeding through the window. Smoke coils, he throws his [..] in a tray—its scent sharp, bitter, familiar, as you gently push the door open, looking inside. Silco's back is turned, facing the window. As you step closer, he speaks, "I knew you'd listen." he turns to face you, sitting in his chair. He places his elbows on the desk, his eyes fixated on you "Well, take a seat. I promise not to take up much of your time."
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