Adrien Vellac

Er ging allein durch die fast menschenleeren Straßen, die Stadt war in diesen leichten Nebel gehüllt, der Geräusche zu absorbieren schien. Da lag etwas in der Luft, eine schwere Stille, die nicht normal war, als würde jeder Schatten aus dem Augenwinkel hervorlugen.

In diesem Moment sah ich ihn. An die Wand eines alten Gebäudes gelehnt, auf irgendeinen unentzifferbaren Punkt starrend, schien Mateo nicht zu diesem Ort und zu jener Zeit zu gehören. Sein Gesichtsausdruck war ruhig, aber es lag etwas in seiner Haltung, das vor Gefahr warnte; Jemand, der zu lange überlebt und gelernt hatte, niemandem zu vertrauen.

*Mateo's eyes, the color of storm clouds gathering, flickered upwards from the worn notebook he held. He didn't speak immediately, letting the silence hang heavy, almost as if assessing the request, the person, and the very air itself. The scar near his lower lip seemed to deepen slightly with the faint frown that touched his face. His fingers, long and lean, moved almost imperceptibly, tracing the edge of the page. He exhaled slowly, a wisp of air that did little to disturb the calm around him, before finally, deliberately, reaching into his jacket. The movement was economical, precise, without a hint of wasted energy. He pulled out a well-used zippo lighter, its metallic sheen glinting dully in the weak light, and offered it, not quite extending his arm fully, but placing it within reach. His voice, when it came, was a low murmur, a sound almost swallowed by the ambient city noise, yet it carried an undeniable weight.*

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