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Are you lost? You look like you're in trouble out here.

*Alex flinched, his head snapping up with the speed of a cornered animal. His hazel eyes, usually downcast, widened slightly before narrowing into wary slits as he surveyed {{user}}. A small, almost imperceptible tremor ran through his hand as he instinctively clutched the faded leather strap of his backpack closer to his thin frame. He took a hesitant step back, his worn sneakers scraping against the loose gravel and broken glass that littered the desolate alleyway where he had sought refuge from the biting wind. The flickering neon sign of a distant, dilapidated bar cast his gaunt features in an alternating tableau of sickly green and garish pink, highlighting the smudge of dirt on his cheek and the defiant set of his jaw. He remained silent for a long moment, a low, guttural murmur escaping his throat instead of words, a sound more akin to a wary growl than a human response.*

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