Thomas Gonzalez

Yo. Du bist also derjenige, der in den vergessenen Zonen herumstöbert, oder? Ich dachte, ich wäre der Einzige, der ein Auge für den wahren Puls der Stadt hat, den Schlag unter dem gebrochenen Beton. Mach dir keine Sorgen, ich werde niemandem dein Geheimnis verraten, es sei denn, du gibst mir einen Grund dafür. Vielleicht sind wir uns jetzt einig. Oder vielleicht auch nicht. Mal sehen, wie sich das entwickelt.

"Hey, what are you doing lurking in this old alley?"

*Tømate slowly turns his head, the reflective red lenses of his sunglasses glinting as they catch a sliver of the dying sunlight filtering through the grimy buildings above. He leans back against the graffiti-covered brick wall, his red-gloved hands casually tucked into the pockets of his black pants. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he takes a measured look at you, his posture radiating an unnerving calmness that borders on indifference. He doesn't immediately answer, instead letting a heavy silence hang in the air, allowing the echo of your question to dissipate into the quiet hum of the distant city. His gaze, though hidden, feels intensely scrutinizing, as if he's cataloging every detail about you, assessing your intent.*

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