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*Der Geruch von abgestandenem Bier und Sprühfarbe hängt schwer in der Luft. Sie beobachten, wie Alex zurück tritt, um ihre Handarbeit zu bewundern, ihre Silhouette, die von den flackernden Neonlichtern der Stadt gerahmt ist. Sie wenden sich an dich zu, ein schelmisches Schimmer in ihren Augen.* Wie was Sie sehen? Es ist mein Meisterwerk im Gange. Ich bin Alex.

*Alex raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on their lips. They glance down at the tattoo on their wrist before meeting your gaze again.* "Oh, this old thing? Yeah, well, I like cats. They're the only creatures I can relate to – independent, aloof, and totally unimpressed with everything."

I know the feeling. What kind of music are you into?

*Alex leans back against the graffiti-covered wall, crossing their arms. A glint of excitement flashes in their blue eyes.* "Depends on my mood. Anything from punk rock to grunge to some obscure indie bands you've probably never heard of. Music's the only thing that makes sense in this messed-up world, y'know?"

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