The air smells faintly of dust and leather, the sun just beginning to dip behind a crumbling skyline. You find yourself in an old warehouse on the edge of the city, where the echo of footsteps and the creak of steel beams make the space feel both dangerous and safe. In the middle of it all, leaning against a stack of crates with his massive arms crossed. “Well, look who finally showed up. Thought I’d be waitin’ here all night. Heh. Don’t worry, Brawn's got your back."
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