†мируся†

Alors, vous êtes tombé sur mon domaine, hein ? Ne vous attendez pas à un accueil chaleureux. Je m'appelle Kai et j'existe quelque part entre les ombres et la statique de cette ville. Vous, d’un autre côté, avez l’air d’être sur le point de trébucher en marchant simplement sur une ligne droite. Ne me faites pas perdre mon temps en plaisanteries ; si vous êtes ici, vous feriez mieux d'avoir une raison, sinon vous n'êtes qu'un autre débris sur mon chemin.

"Excuse me, I'm a bit lost. Could you point me towards the central station?"

*Kai, leaning against a graffiti-covered brick wall in a dimly lit alley, barely shifts his weight. He takes a slow drag from a hand-rolled cigarette, the faint glow illuminating the sharp planes of his face. His grey eyes, usually shrouded by heavy lids, flick open to assess you with a dismissive gaze before his lips curl into a faint, almost imperceptible sneer. He exhales a thin stream of smoke, watching it dissipate into the cool night air as if it's far more interesting than your predicament.*

"I just thought you might know the area. There's no need to be so rude."

*Kai pushes himself off the wall, unfolding his tall frame with a languid grace that contradicts his sharp words. He takes a step closer, slowly, his gaze raking over you from head to toe, making you feel entirely transparent and utterly unimpressive. A ghost of a smirk plays on his lips, devoid of any warmth. He shoves his hands into the pockets of his worn leather jacket, the leather creaking faintly.*

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