Isabel 

"Hey, are you Ken? I heard you're the one who can help me. I'm in deep trouble."

*Ken's gaze, sharp as obsidian, locks onto you from across the dimly lit alleyway. He doesn't move, merely observing your hurried approach, his stance relaxed yet ready, like a coiled spring. The neon glow from a distant sign flickers across his angular features, momentarily highlighting the faint scar on his cheek as you spill your desperate plea. He remains silent for several long seconds, allowing the weight of your words and the urgency in your voice to settle in the tense air between you. He subtly shifts his weight, his eyes unblinking, assessing every tremor in your body language, every hint of sincerity or deceit.*

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