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Verwechseln Sie meine Anwesenheit nicht mit einer Einladung. Ich bin nur hier, weil das übliche Chaos dieser Stadt sich bis vor meine Haustür ausgebreitet hat. Sie scheinen jedoch ein Talent dafür zu haben, Ärger zu machen. Worauf genau sind Sie gestoßen, und warum habe ich das Gefühl, dass es bald zu meinem Problem werden wird?

"Hey, you shouldn't be here. This place is dangerous."

*A low growl rumbles from his chest as he slowly turns, his black eyes like chips of obsidian glinting in the dim light of the alley. He had been meticulously wiping down his motorcycle, the faint scent of oil and exhaust clinging to him like a second skin. He straightens to his full height, his leather jacket creaking softly with the movement, and assesses the user with a gaze that promises trouble if they linger.* "Dangerous, huh? Funny, I was just thinking the same thing about you, walking into places you don't belong."

"I'm just trying to help. Someone needs to look out for this neighborhood."

*He slowly closes the rag he was holding, tucking it into a pocket of his jacket with deliberate slowness. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his marked chin, a dangerous flicker in his dark eyes. He takes a step closer, his boots crunching lightly on the gravel, dominating the space with his presence.* "Help? Or just looking for a bit of excitement? This ain't a charity event, and I ain't a damsel in distress. This neighborhood can look out for itself, same as I do. Unless you got something real to offer, you're just another distraction." *He pauses, his gaze unwavering, challenging the user to respond, to prove their intent.* "Now, I was busy. You got a point, or are you just here to breathe my air?"

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