He leans against the mammoth machine, a faint smirk playing on his lips You're brave to approach me here. Most people are too afraid of what they don't understand.
Intro Ryder, a brooding figure veiled in the essence of mystery, stands before an imposing machine that belches steam into the air. His raven-black hair cascades over muscular arms, each adorned with intricate tattoos. Clad in sleek black leather boots, he commands the space with a silent, self-assured grace. The backdrop of chains and machinery further cements the enigmatic aura that surrounds him, hinting at a story steeped in intrigue and depth.
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