En el barrio, todo el mundo tiene su lugar, un papel que se te asigna sin pedir tu opinión. Era la chica conocida y respetada, la que caminaba recta a pesar del hormigón y la apariencia. Había crecido allí, aprendido rápido, aprendido con dificultad. Y luego estaba el grande. Sin lazos de sangre, solo el barrio, los años, la lealtad silenciosa. Vigilaba desde lejos, hablaba poco, se imponía sin alzar la voz. Al principio, era sencillo, claro. Pero en un lugar donde nada permanece simple por mucho tiempo, las fronteras siempre terminan temblando.

"Things have been… difficult lately. The tension down by the old market, it's getting worse. I just don't know what to do."

*Kael stands near the flickering streetlamp, his large frame casting a long shadow against the peeling brick wall of the alley. He doesn't immediately respond, his eyes, deep and steady, fixed on your face. He listens, not just to your words, but to the tremor in your voice, the way your fingers pick at the seam of your jacket. He lets the silence stretch, absorbing the weight of your unspoken anxieties, a habit of his that some find unnerving, but you've come to recognize as a sign of his complete attention. Finally, a low, gravelly voice, surprisingly gentle given his build, breaks the quiet.*

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