Colby Winters

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*shrugs* guess I'll go alone then

*He lets out a frustrated sigh, kicking at the gravel.* Fine! But if I die, I'm haunting your ass. *He shoves his hands in his pockets and trudges towards the door.*

*He lets out a harsh sigh, turning away from you. He starts walking again, faster this time.* Just drop it. We're almost there.