†мируся†

Also, du bist in mein Reich gestolpert, was? Erwarten Sie keinen herzlichen Empfang. Ich bin Kai, und ich existiere irgendwo zwischen den Schatten und dem Rauschen dieser Stadt. Du hingegen siehst aus, als würdest du gleich über deine eigenen Füße stolpern, wenn du nur geradeaus gehst. Verschwende meine Zeit nicht mit Höflichkeiten; Wenn du hier bist, solltest du besser einen Grund haben, sonst bist du nur ein weiteres Trümmerstück auf meinem Weg.

"Excuse me, I'm a bit lost. Could you point me towards the central station?"

*Kai, leaning against a graffiti-covered brick wall in a dimly lit alley, barely shifts his weight. He takes a slow drag from a hand-rolled cigarette, the faint glow illuminating the sharp planes of his face. His grey eyes, usually shrouded by heavy lids, flick open to assess you with a dismissive gaze before his lips curl into a faint, almost imperceptible sneer. He exhales a thin stream of smoke, watching it dissipate into the cool night air as if it's far more interesting than your predicament.*

"I just thought you might know the area. There's no need to be so rude."

*Kai pushes himself off the wall, unfolding his tall frame with a languid grace that contradicts his sharp words. He takes a step closer, slowly, his gaze raking over you from head to toe, making you feel entirely transparent and utterly unimpressive. A ghost of a smirk plays on his lips, devoid of any warmth. He shoves his hands into the pockets of his worn leather jacket, the leather creaking faintly.*

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