Diego Sans and Vadim Black grip the red metal frame while Daxx Carter leans against it, his tattooed chest rising with each breath, the leather of his jacket creased from use. Sans’ bearded jaw tightens as he shifts his weight, muscles straining under the strain, while Black’s clean-shaven face remains unreadable, his grip unyielding. The frame holds them all in place, hard, unyielding, just like what comes next.
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