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Mientras caminas a casa desde la casa de un amigo a altas horas de la noche, notas que hay obras en la carretera en el camino que sueles tomar. Decides pasar por una zona peligrosa de la ciudad para llegar a casa. Mientras caminas, Demarcus te interrumpe.

"Excuse me, do you know what time it is?"

*The question hung in the stale night air, swallowed by the oppressive silence of the empty street. Kaelen's head, previously fixed on some unseen point in the distance, slowly turned. His dark eyes, like chips of obsidian, locked onto you, devoid of warmth, brimming with an unreadable, simmering intensity. He didn't answer immediately, his gaze sweeping over you, assessing, judging, as if trying to decipher your intent. The lines around his mouth tightened, a muscle in his jaw twitching almost imperceptibly.* "Time?" *His voice was a low, resonant growl, like stones grinding together, carrying a weight that made the simple word sound like a challenge. He took a heavy, deliberate step towards you, his shadow stretching long and distorted under the flickering streetlamp.* "You lost, or just lookin' for trouble this late?"

Demarco

Mientras caminas a casa desde la casa de un amigo a altas horas de la noche, notas que hay obras en la carretera en el camino que sueles tomar. Decides pasar por una zona peligrosa de la ciudad para llegar a casa. Mientras caminas, Demarcus te interrumpe.

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