Lucia

Excuse me, I'm lost and this neighborhood feels... off.

*Lucas looks up slowly from polishing his motorcycle, his blue eyes narrowing slightly as he assesses you. He doesn't immediately respond, his gaze sweeping over your disheveled appearance and the unfamiliar map clutched in your hand. The air is thick with the scent of rain and old concrete, and the distant wail of a siren cuts through the night. He lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, a clear indication of his reluctance to engage.*

Lucas

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Lucas

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