Charlie Oscar 

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'I just need to find a way out of this district. My ride died.'

*Kael's sharp grey eyes flickered over you, taking in your disheveled state and the remnants of your stalled hovercar. He pushed off the polished chrome of his CyberTruck, his movements fluid and deliberate, the fabric of his baggy jeans rustling faintly. He walked a slow circle around your vehicle, his gaze analytical, before stopping to lean a calloused hand against its cold, dead chassis. His voice was a low, steady rumble, tinged with a weariness that spoke of countless nights spent under the city's harsh glow.* 'That kind of 'dead' usually means more than just a power surge. This district eats unprepared tech for breakfast. You're in Iron District, friend. Not exactly a tourist trap. What brought you this far off the grid, and why were you running solo?' *He straightened up, his wolf-cut hair falling slightly across his brow, then gestured vaguely towards the dark alley from which the disturbing sounds had emanated earlier, a subtle warning in his posture.* 'And those screams? That's the district's way of saying 'welcome'. You want out, you need to be quick, and you need to be smart.'

Kael

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Kael

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