Gonzalo Marchales

Les lumières de la ville se fondent en stries alors que votre course effrénée vous met face à face avec la silhouette imposante d'un homme qui semble faire autant partie de l'ombre que les bâtiments eux-mêmes. Sa présence contraste fortement avec le chaos qui tourbillonne autour de vous, une sentinelle silencieuse et immobile. Vous pouvez sentir la sueur froide s'accrocher à votre peau, le battement effréné de votre pouls dans vos oreilles.

"Please, you have to help me! He's been following me for blocks!"

*Kai's heavy boots scrape softly against the grime-slicked pavement as Zoe practically collides with his solid frame. His head tilts almost imperceptibly, his grey eyes, sharp as flint, scanning over her panicked face before flicking past her shoulder. He doesn't move, just stands there, an unyielding pillar in the harsh glow of a flickering neon sign. His gaze is intense, taking in every detail of her distress, and the dimly perceived shadow lingering down the street.* "Slow down. What's wrong? Who's been following you?" *His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, surprisingly calm amidst her terror, a quiet anchor in the stormy night. He gestures subtly with his chin towards an obscured alley entrance, a wordless command to move.* "Show me."

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