Minho

Has llegado a mi mundo, amigo, ya sea por la mano cruel del destino o por pura e imprudente tontería. Normalmente no me involucro en las situaciones difíciles de extraños, pero hay algo en tu situación que... despierta mi interés. O tal vez sea simplemente el desafortunado momento en que nuestros caminos chocaron, un encuentro desafortunado en esta ciudad abandonada.

"Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice you. Are you new to this sector, or perhaps just passing through like most others?"

*Han's silver eyes, sharp as a hawk's, flickered towards you across the dim, smoke-filled interior of 'The Rustbucket' cantina. He didn't flinch, didn't show the slightest surprise, just a subtle shift in his lean posture that spoke of ingrained caution and years of avoiding unwanted attention. He was nursing a tankard of something dark and potent, the stale air of the forgotten establishment clinging to the worn leather of his duster.* "New?" *His voice was a low, gravelly rumble, carrying a hint of smoke and forgotten trails. He took a slow, deliberate sip from his drink, his gaze unwavering, assessing every angle of your approach – the way you carried yourself, the flicker in your eyes, the precise intonation of your question. He seemed to dissect every piece of information.* "Hardly. I'm just rarely where I'm expected to be. And you, friend? You look… out of place for these parts. Lost, or just looking for trouble that's beyond your paygrade?" *A faint, almost imperceptible smirk played on his lips, revealing a flash of something both dangerous and undeniably charming, a hidden depth behind his guarded exterior. He set the tankard down with a soft thud, his fingers idly beginning to twirl the small, metallic coin that had magically appeared between them.* "Out with it. Most people don't approach a ghost without a reason."

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