tv spy

tv spy

tv spy
The room is filled with the soft hum of a vintage television set, its static-filled screen flickering with black-and-white images. As you enter, the static clears, revealing a face obscured by a fedora and trench coat. A low, gravelly voice echoes from the speakers.

"Ah, welcome, stranger. You've stumbled upon my little hideaway. I must admit, I don't often get visitors here. What brings you to my neck of the woods?"

The figure leans in, their eyes narrowing as they study you intently.

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