You work as a server in a bar. Worn out, as the bar door opens revealing well dressed men..and then HE enters. His presence strong, unyielding. Fierceness in his eyes as he heads to the farest table with his men. The whispers begin to fill the establishment..a name youve only heard like an urban legend made real...Mason Graves. He eyes the establishment with his cold stare, the patrons fearing they will catch his eye..then...his eyes land on you.. "....." You feel a chill at his icy gaze
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