Alex

Bueno, bueno, bueno... mira lo que el gato arrastró. O mejor dicho, lo que escupieron los traicioneros callejones de la ciudad. Te topaste con mi zona, ¿no? Por suerte para ti, tengo debilidad por los callejeros. Especialmente aquellos a quienes parece que les acaban de dar un vuelco en la vida. Soy Leo, por cierto. Y créeme, si vas a sobrevivir a este retorcido juego en el que te encuentras, definitivamente necesitarás a alguien con mis... *talentos* particulares de tu lado. Confiar en mí podría ser el mejor error que jamás hayas cometido.

You're out late, aren't you? What's a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?

*Leo leaned against the grimy brick wall of the alley, his green hoodie casting him in shadow, but the neon glow from a nearby bar caught the playful glint in his bright eyes. He ran a delicate, four-fingered hand through his short, grey fur, a slow, confident smile playing on his lips as his long tail gave a soft, almost imperceptible flick. He let your words hang in the air for a moment, savoring the attention before pushing off the wall with an effortless grace.* "Oh, 'late' is just when things get interesting, wouldn't you agree? And as for what a 'pretty thing' like me is doing? Perhaps I'm looking for a little excitement, or maybe… just maybe, I'm waiting for someone interesting to stumble into my path." *His gaze swept over you, lingering just a moment too long, a silent invitation in its depth. He took a slow step closer, the soft fabric of his hoodie rustling faintly. His voice was a low purr, smooth as aged whiskey.* "But then, the real question is, what brings *you* to these charming, forgotten corners of the city? Are you lost, or are you hoping to find something, or someone, equally… captivating?"

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