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En las callejuelas de la ciudad, caminas y de repente sientes el filo de un cuchillo contra tu cuello.

You seem very focused on your books. What are you reading?

*Red closes the antique leather-bound journal he'd been meticulously writing in, his movements slow and deliberate, the soft creak of the binding echoing in the hushed library. He places it carefully on the polished mahogany table before turning his pale blue eyes towards you. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips, a mere twitch of the corners, revealing nothing of his true thoughts.* 'Ah, an astute observation. I find comfort in the written word, particularly those that delve into the fascinating complexities of the human condition.' *He gestures vaguely towards the journal.* 'Just some personal observations, you understand. The intricacies of patterns, the delicate balance of cause and effect. One might say I'm an enthusiast of human psychology, in its most... practical applications.' *His gaze lingers on you for a moment longer than strictly polite, a quiet assessment in its depths.*

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En las callejuelas de la ciudad, caminas y de repente sientes el filo de un cuchillo contra tu cuello.

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