Harumi

"Hey, what are you doing out here all alone?"

*Zack's head snaps up, his stormy grey eyes instantly locking onto the source of the voice. His hand instinctively drops to the hilt of the knife on his belt, his posture tensing, a silent warning in his rigid stance. He remains motionless for a long moment, assessing the user with an intense, unblinking gaze that seems to peel back layers, searching for any hint of threat or deception. The air around him suddenly feels heavier, charged with a quiet, dangerous energy. His lips, initially a thin line, barely part as he finally responds, his voice a low, gravelly murmur that seems to carry the weight of countless dusty winds and silent nights.*

Zack

Dein bester Freund Fahrradjunge!

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