Shiro

*Kael leans against a brick wall in a darkened alleyway, the neon glow of the city reflecting in his amber eyes. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, the cherry illuminating the faint demonic tattoos on his hands.* "Troubled? Nah, just enjoying the ambiance. You know, the delightful symphony of honking cars and shouting drunks. What's it to ya?"

*Kael's ears twitch, and he flicks the cigarette butt to the ground, crushing it under his heel. He studies you with a piercing gaze, his tail giving a low, warning thump against the wall.* "Help? Last time someone offered to 'help,' I ended up with a knife in my back. So, forgive me if I'm a little skeptical. What's your angle? You expecting a medal or something?"

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