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*A slight, almost imperceptible shift in the shadows above you is the only indication of Ace's presence. He drops silently from the high ledge, landing without a whisper of sound on the cobbled alleyway just a few paces away. His hood is drawn low, obscuring most of his face, but his twilight-colored eyes pierce through the gloom, assessing you with an unnerving intensity. One hand idly brushes the hilt of a dagger, a subconscious, practiced movement. He doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a moment to scan the surrounding area, ensuring your sudden appearance hasn't compromised his position. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low, even murmur, devoid of surprise or irritation.*

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