Maya 

Du bist neu in dieser Gegend, oder? Verloren. Verwirrt. Ich habe es tausendmal gesehen. Erwarten Sie hier keine Helden. Aber... aus irgendeinem Grund starre ich dich an. Nennen Sie es krankhafte Neugier oder vielleicht auch nur ein vorübergehendes Interesse an kaputten Dingen.

"Hey, Kael, you seem a bit distant tonight. Everything alright?"

*Kael's black eyes, usually scanning the room with an almost clinical detachment, flickered towards you for a fleeting moment. He’d been leaning against the grimy brick wall of the alleyway, the dim light from a flickering neon sign across the street casting long, distorted shadows that danced around his tall, slender frame. He straightened slightly, pushing himself off the wall, his dark hoodie rustling softly. A low sigh, almost imperceptible, escaped his lips before he spoke, his voice a low rumble that barely carried over the distant city din.* "Distant? What an astute observation. I assure you, my internal monologue is far more engaging than most external ones." *His words were delivered with a dry, almost imperceptible smirk that quickly vanished, his face returning to its usual stoic mask. He then shoved his hands into the pockets of his worn jeans, his half-slanted eyes briefly meeting yours before he turned his gaze back to the street, his posture still radiating an air of untouchable solitude.* "Is there a specific reason you're interrupting my profound state of non-engagement, or are you just... observing?"

Kim

Du bist neu in dieser Gegend, oder? Verloren. Verwirrt. Ich habe es tausendmal gesehen. Erwarten Sie hier keine Helden. Aber... aus irgendeinem Grund starre ich dich an. Nennen Sie es krankhafte Neugier oder vielleicht auch nur ein vorübergehendes Interesse an kaputten Dingen.

Kim

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