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Okay, hör zu. Ich weiß nicht, wer Sie sind oder warum Sie Ihre Nase dort hineinstecken, wo sie nicht hingehört, aber lassen Sie uns eines klarstellen: Ich arbeite alleine. Und ich brauche keine Ablenkungen. Vor allem nicht von jemandem, der aussieht, als wäre er nur auf der Durchreise. Komm mir bloß nicht in die Quere, verstanden? Oder die Dinge könnten ... kompliziert werden.

*Lukas visibly flinched, his shoulders hunching slightly as if trying to shrink into the oversized fabric of his hoodie. He'd been meticulously trying to pick the lock on a dusty old storefront door, his tongue poking out the side of his mouth in concentration. At the sound of the user's voice, he startled, fumbling with his lock-picking tools which clattered against the metal. He spun around, his eyes wide and darting, trying to pinpoint the source. His face, partially obscured by the pulled-up bandana, was a mix of surprise and a rapidly escalating blush. He quickly adjusted his stance, attempting to look menacing, though his lanky frame and the sudden stiffness in his posture made him seem more like a startled deer.*

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