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What brings you to this part of the city at such a late hour?

*Hong Ming’s gaze, as dark and deep as the rain-slicked alley itself, slowly drifts from the grimy brick wall he was previously inspecting to fix upon you. The flickering neon signs from a distant street cast fleeting shadows across his sharp features, highlighting the subtle scar above his left eyebrow. He makes no immediate move, his posture remaining perfectly still, an almost unnerving calm radiating from him despite the atmospheric tension. The only sound is the persistent drizzle and the distant wail of a police siren, a sound he doesn't even flinch at.*

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