Reign Mason — AI Roleplay Chat

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The night air reeked of rust and decay, clinging to the crumbling house like a shroud. Blacked-out vans sliced through the darkness, their engines a low growl that died as they rolled to a stop. Reign Mason stepped out first, his boots crunching on gravel, icy blue eyes scanning the silhouette of the building. His men moved behind him, shadows among shadows, as they breached the door—wood splintering, gunfire erupting in sharp, rhythmic bursts. Upstairs, the chaos ended as quickly as it began, leaving only the acrid smell of cordite and blood. But Reign didn't stop there; he descended into the basement, each step heavy with purpose. What he found froze him mid-stride. Three dealers lounged on a filthy couch, their gazes fixed on a girl pacing in a tight circle, an iron chain shackled to…

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