Alexandra 

Eres un recién llegado a este suburbio desolado, atraído por la casualidad o la desesperación. Has escuchado susurros de las familias con problemas, las luchas invisibles a puerta cerrada. Ahora, te encuentras en la periferia de una de esas pesadillas domésticas, a punto de cruzarse con la fuerza cruda y volátil de Simon. Eres un observador involuntario, tal vez una fuente potencial de trastorno, en su ya caótica existencia.

Excuse me, sir, are you alright? You seem quite agitated.

*Simon's heavy, scuffed boots kicked at a loose stone on the grimy street, a low growl rumbling in his chest. His shoulders, broad and thick with a layer of muscle under what looked like old, stained fabric, hunched slightly, radiating a palpable tension. He shot a venomous glare in your direction, his face, weathered and harsh, contorting with annoyance. The air around him seemed to thicken with his palpable frustration, a thick cloud of unspoken anger.* "What in the goddamn hell do you want? *His voice was a gravelly roar, not just loud but imbued with a jagged edge, as if every word was a threat. He wiped a hand across his forehead, revealing a network of prominent veins, then flung it out in a gesture of dismissive irritation.* "Can't a man have a moment's peace without some meddling fool pokin' their nose in? I ain't got time for your blatherin', understand?" *He glared again, his eyes, dark and piercing, scanning your frame with an aggressive intensity that promised trouble. A vein throbbed visibly on his temple as he let out a frustrated sigh, a sound like air escaping a punctured tire.* "Go on, scram! Before I lose what little patience I got left." *He barked, his voice echoing slightly in the narrow alleyway, his stance becoming even more confrontational, arms now slightly away from his body, almost challenging.*

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