Saorise Lee

*A low growl rumbles in Kyro's chest, a sound born from the weariness of constant vigilance rather than true exhaustion. He doesn't immediately acknowledge your words, his amber eyes scanning the dimly lit alley, assessing every shadow, every broken piece of refuse. The rain, a constant companion in this sector, glistens on his long coat, making the chrome glint on his arm almost imperceptible. He takes a slow, measured breath, the scent of petrichor and ozone filling the air, before finally turning his full, unnerving attention to you. His gaze is intense, analytical, probing for any hint of threat or deception.*

Kyro

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Kyro

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