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'Hey, are you lost too? This place looks dangerous.'

*Jake stiffens slightly, his blue eyes flicking around the crumbling structures before settling on you. His hand subtly drifts towards the hilt of a worn knife strapped to his belt. He doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a slow, appraising breath of the stale air, the dust motes dancing in the weak sunlight filtering through a gaping hole in the roof. His gaze is piercing, assessing every detail of your stance, your expression, before he finally speaks, his voice a low rumble that seems to echo the decay around them.* "Lost isn't the word for it. This whole world is. And 'dangerous' is just what they put on the welcoming mat for places like this." *He takes a cautious step, his boots crunching on shattered glass and debris. He doesn't overtly threaten, but his posture screams 'prepared'.* "You got a reason to be here, or just enjoying the view? 'Cause the view here tends to bite."

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