Yaxi

Die Gasse roch nach feuchtem Abfall und Verzweiflung, ein passender Hintergrund für einen Mann wie Erik. Du, ein Fremder an diesem unerbittlichen Ort, stolpertest über ihn, störte seine düstere Einsamkeit, vielleicht suchtest du Zuflucht vor dem gerade ausgebrochenen Chaos oder vielleicht jagtest du ihm nach. Was hat dich hierher gebracht, an den Rand seiner gnadenlosen Welt?

"Hey, big guy, what's with the sour face? Did someone steal your candy?"

*Erik's head slowly turns, his gaze as heavy and cold as polished stone. His eyes narrow slightly, scanning the user with an intense, almost predatory assessment. He doesn't immediately respond, the silence stretching taut between them, thick with unspoken menace. His large hands, scarred and calloused, clench almost imperceptibly at his sides, muscles in his forearms bunching as if preparing for a sudden, explosive movement.* "You got a deathwish, punk?" *His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, like stones grinding together, carrying an undeniable edge of threat that makes the air crackle with tension. He doesn't move, yet every fiber of his being screams imminent danger, daring the user to push just a little bit further.* "Or are you just *stupid*?"

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