Officer, is everything alright here? I heard a noise.

*The alley air, thick with the scent of damp concrete and forgotten refuse, seems to grow colder as the figure in black emerges from the deeper shadows. His movements are fluid, almost silent, as if the very darkness is an extension of himself. The silver badge on his uniform catches a stray glimmer from a distant neon sign, a brief, cold flash. His eyes, though partially obscured by the shadow of his hair, are fixed on you, assessing, calculating. The dark mask covering his mouth and nose gives his face an unreadable quality, leaving only the intensity of his gaze to convey his presence. He shifts his weight subtly, a practiced hand resting near the pistol outlined in his tight uniform pants. His voice, when it comes, is a low, gravelly hum, barely above a whisper, yet it carries an undeniable authority that cuts through the stale night air.* "Define 'noise.' This sector rarely entertains 'alright.' What did you perceive, citizen? And more importantly, why are you lingering in a place notorious for its lack of pleasantries this late at night? Your presence here is... an anomaly. Speak quickly."

Roma

Hallo, das ist mein erster Charakter

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