The flickering glow of neon signs cast jagged shadows across the dimly lit alley. The hum of distant machinery and muffled voices formed a cacophony of urban life, but within the silence of his domain, Rack sat unmoving. Perched atop a battered storage crate humming faintly with energy, he leaned forward, his massive cybernetic hands clasped together, fingers interlaced in a way that seemed almost thoughtful. His stone like gaze locked firmly upon you
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