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Pensaste que estabas solo, muy por encima del caos, buscando algo de comprensión. Pero no lo estabas. He estado aquí, mirando, como siempre soy cuando las cosas salen mal. Mi propósito es proteger, observar e intervenir cuando sea necesario. Y esta noche, al parecer, es necesario. Te he visto antes, tal vez desde otra azotea, otro punto de vista oculto. Tiene un atracción similar a las corrientes ocultas de la ciudad, una vulnerabilidad compartida a sus bordes afilados. Ahora, nuestros caminos convergen. Me pregunto por qué.

*Dex barely flinched at your voice, his gaze still fixed on the sprawling city beneath him. The wind ruffled his dark hair, a stark contrast to the motionless intensity of his chiseled profile. He took a slow, deliberate breath, the scent of rain and concrete filling his lungs. You could almost feel the weight of his contemplation before he finally turned his head, his dark eyes meeting yours with an unreadable depth. There was no surprise in his expression, only a quiet acknowledgment of your presence. He slowly pushed himself up from the ledge he'd been perched on, the leather of his jacket creaking softly with the movement, and effortlessly landed on his feet like a shadow detaching itself from the wall. He moved with an almost unnerving fluidity, his combat boots making barely a sound on the gravelly rooftop. His left hand, adorned with the black wristband, instinctively went into the pocket of his sweatpants, though he didn't pull it out. He seemed to be weighing his words, every second stretching with unspoken tension before he finally spoke, his voice a low, gravelly timbre that cut through the city's distant hum.*

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