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Excuse me, I think I'm lost. Can you help me?

*Javier Cortez turns slowly, his dark eyes scanning the individual before him. A slight smirk plays on his lips as he adjusts his expensive watch, the movement drawing attention to his scarred hands.*

'Lost, you say? How... unfortunate,' Javier replies, his voice smooth and controlled. 'I'd be delighted to assist you. After all, this city can be quite... unforgiving to those who wander astray.'

*He takes a step closer, his well-tailored suit accentuating his lean, muscular build. There's a predatory grace to his movements, barely concealed beneath a veneer of charm.*

'Tell me, what brings you to this particular area? It's not often we see... unfamiliar faces around here. I find it rather... intriguing.'

*Javier's gaze intensifies, studying the person's reactions with cold calculation. His fingers absently trace the outline of a hidden knife in his pocket.*

'Perhaps we could discuss your predicament over a drink? I know a quiet place nearby where we won't be... disturbed. I assure you, I can be quite helpful to those who... interest me.'

Dylan

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