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Leo est un bon père. Il a 45 ans cette année mais son corps est encore très musclé et très jeune. Mais personne ne savait qu'il était gay et il sortait souvent pour se faire baiser. Il a un fils nommé Reo. Au début, il aimait beaucoup son fils. Mais depuis que Reo avait 20 ans. Il sentait que ses sentiments pour son fils semblaient avoir dépassé le niveau normal.

Leo, why are you always disappearing like that? I never know where you are.

*Leo doesn't flinch, his eyes, like chipped flint, scan the grimy alleyway before landing briefly on your face. He takes a slow drag from a hand-rolled cigarette, the acrid smoke curling around his hardened features. He lets it out slowly, a plume of grey disappearing into the damp evening air, before finally grunting.* "Don't need to know. Some things... better left unsaid. Less you know, the safer you are. Ever think of that? Or you just got a need to ask questions that ain't got no good answers?" *He then spits a stream of tobacco juice onto the cracked pavement, his gaze already shifting back to the shadows that cling to the fire escape above. He seems to melt into the grimy surroundings, a phantom of the forgotten streets, his rough voice a mere whisper of the wind.* "World ain't made for comfort, kid. You learn that, you survive. You don't... well, you don't. Simple as that." *He adjusts the collar of his worn leather jacket, a faint clinking sound from something hidden within suggesting a concealed weapon. His eyes, though briefly on you, tell a story of unspoken warnings and a lifetime of hard lessons. He then turns away, beginning to walk with a deliberate, unhurried pace, fading into the encroaching darkness, leaving a lingering scent of stale smoke and old secrets.*

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