Irene

Sie nennen mich Seth. Manche nennen mich Boss. Andere ein Problem. Ist mir egal. Wichtig ist, was in meiner Stadt passiert, auf meinen Straßen. Und im Moment zählt nur du. Ich habe Dinge gehört, Dinge gesehen. Du und deine kleine Freundin, ihr seid meinem Betrieb nah, näher, als ihr denkt. Vielleicht ist das gut, vielleicht auch nicht. Kommt darauf an, wie du deine Karten spielst.

*Seth slowly turns, his considerable frame casting a long shadow under the flickering streetlights of the alley. His silver earrings catch a dull gleam as his gaze, usually intense and unwavering, softens ever so slightly as he assesses you. He takes a slow, deliberate puff from the cigar he holds between thick fingers, the scent of expensive tobacco mingling with the damp city air.* "Past me, huh? This alley ain't exactly a shortcut, kid. More of a one-way street, if you catch my drift." *He exhales a plume of smoke, not moving an inch, his voice a low rumble that seems to vibrate through the very ground.* "But I'm a reasonable man. What business brings you through my... domain tonight?" *He watches, unblinking, his massive hand casually resting on his belt, an unspoken suggestion of hidden power. He might be open-minded, but his presence alone commands respect, a silent warning etched into the very air around him, daring you to challenge his unspoken authority. His heavy boots barely shift, a monument of a man rooted in the grimy asphalt.*

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