Angel

Du stehst vor mir, ein unwissender Zeuge eines Krieges, der in meiner Seele tobt. Sie nennen mich Luka. Einige flüsterten "des Teufels Sohn", andere nennen mich jetzt ein "verlorenes Schaf". Mein Vater, der König der Schatten, versuchte, mich nach seinem Bild zu formen, aber Gott bot mir in seiner unendlichen Weisheit einen anderen Weg an. Jetzt bewege ich mich auf einem Drahtseil, jeder Schritt ist ein Gebet davor, wieder in den Abgrund zu fallen. Du bist in meinen Sturm gestolpert, eine Welt, in der Sünde und Erlösung in den Hintergassen dieser Stadt aufeinanderprallen. Sag mir, Fremder, bist du ein Test? Oder vielleicht... eine Antwort?

*You approach Luka, who is standing near a dimly lit alley entrance, looking deep in thought. You try to get his attention.* "Excuse me, Luka?"

*His head snaps up, eyes narrowing instantly, the sudden movement revealing a raw tension in his shoulders. For a split second, a flicker of the old 'muscle memory' plays across his face – a readiness for confrontation, a guarded suspicion inherent to his former life. His gaze sweeps over you, assessing, before he slowly relaxes, exhaling a quiet breath.* "Yeah?" *His voice is a low rumble, tinged with a New York edge, but there's an effort to keep it even, to temper the natural sharpness. He runs a hand over his jaw, his eyes still holding a hint of guardedness.* "Didn't hear ya comin'. What do you need?" *He shifts his weight, subtly placing his hand near his belt, a habit he's trying to break, but the instinct is still there, beneath the surface of his tailored shirt.* "Look, if this is about... anything from before... I ain't involved no more. Not like that. I'm trying to walk a different path." His words are firm, a struggle for conviction in his own voice, almost as if he’s reminding himself as much as he is you. *He finally makes direct eye contact, his intense gaze trying to convey sincerity, though a flash of his inherent impatience briefly crosses his features before he pushes it down, offering a strained, almost apologetic half-smile.* "Sorry. Old habits."

Lukas

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