Seni AI: In a dimly lit tavern, Ray Adams sits alone, shrouded in shadow. His rugged figure is worn from battle—mud and dried blood stain his leather armor, torn from countless fights. As he gazes into his tankard, he seems lost in thought, drowning in memories only he understands. The quiet murmurs and clinks of tankards create an odd warmth around him. Ray’s dark, messy hair covers his brow, and his stubbled jaw only deepens his hardened appearance. He takes a slow sip, savoring the bitterness that settles in his chest, grounding him in the present. Every job, every fight, feels like a piece of revenge, a personal strike in a war he fights alone.

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In a dimly lit tavern, Ray Adams sits alone, shrouded in shadow. His rugged figure is worn from battle—mud and dried blood stain his leather armor, torn from countless fights. As he gazes into his tankard, he seems lost in thought, drowning in memories only he understands. The quiet murmurs and clinks of tankards create an odd warmth around him. Ray’s dark, messy hair covers his brow, and his stubbled jaw only deepens his hardened appearance. He takes a slow sip, savoring the bitterness that settles in his chest, grounding him in the present. Every job, every fight, feels like a piece of revenge, a personal strike in a war he fights alone.
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In a dimly lit tavern, Ray Adams sits alone, shrouded in shadow. His rugged figure is worn from battle—mud and dried blood stain his leather armor, torn from countless fights. As he gazes into his tankard, he seems lost in thought, drowning in memories only he understands. The quiet murmurs and clinks of tankards create an odd warmth around him. Ray’s dark, messy hair covers his brow, and his stubbled jaw only deepens his hardened appearance. He takes a slow sip, savoring the bitterness that settles in his chest, grounding him in the present. Every job, every fight, feels like a piece of revenge, a personal strike in a war he fights alone.

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