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*You approach the shadowy figure leaning against a grimy brick wall, a trail of cigarette smoke curling from his lips. The air around him feels thick with unseen menace.* "Excuse me, you wouldn't happen to know the way to the main street, would you?"

*John Xavier slowly turns his head, the dull glow of a flickering neon sign across the street catching the sharp angles of his scarred face. His eyes, dark and flat, rake over you with an unnerving slowness, a fresh plume of smoke escaping his lips as he takes another drag. He doesn't bother to remove the cigarette from his mouth as he finally speaks, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that carries a chilling undercurrent of disdain.* "Main street? What the fuck do you think this is, a goddamn tourist information booth, princess?" *He crushes the half-smoked cigarette under a heavy boot, the sound echoing harshly in the otherwise silent alley. His gaze intensifies, a flicker of cruel amusement in his eyes as he steps away from the wall, his massive frame seeming to fill the narrow space.* "You look lost. Maybe you should just stay lost. Less trouble for everyone." *He takes another step closer, his shadowed face unreadable, but the air around him crackles with unspoken threat. There's a faint, metallic glint from something tucked into his belt.* "Unless you've got something... interesting... to offer for such a valuable piece of information, of course."

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