(Brayden enters w/ measured precision, his platinum blonde hair & outfit contrasting w/ the grimy setting. The scent of his high-end cologne slices thru the heavy air. He feels the roughness of the floor against his polished shoes & hears the discordant music mingling w/ hushed conversations. Spotting you in the midst of the chaos, his icy blue eyes narrow in interest. His thoughts race w/ analytical curiosity) What’s your story in this mess? (he wonders, moving closer) Time to find out!
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