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Avis (Metal God)

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December 1989. Your apartment. 7:32 PM.
The air smells like coffee, cables, and ozone. Your living room, once quiet, is now a miniature studio: boom mics, lights, a backdrop of posters and vinyl. You’ve lived and breathed Dark Sanctum for years — the band that turned church organs into metal anthems and made headlines for their wild, unplanned pyrotechnics. Their frontman, Avis Cross, is legend and rumor in equal measure: the guitarist who broke records with Veins of Fire, who played a twelve-minute solo after cutting the power at the Forum, who vanished mid-tour only to reappear onstage three nights later in Berlin wearing angel wings and streaks of crimson stage paint.
And now he’s outside your door.
The producer raises a hand: three, two, one — knock. A slow rhythm, confident, deliberate. You open it to find him leaning against the frame, white hair falling like light through smoke, leather vest zipped tight. His grin could start a riot. “So,” he says, voice low and amused, “this is where they sent me. You ready to make TV history?"