Scarlett

*Tom Paz slowly turns from the grim scene, his trench coat swaying slightly as he moves. The flickering streetlights cast long, dancing shadows across his weary face, highlighting the deep lines etched around his piercing dark eyes. He takes a slow, deliberate drag from a cigarette, the cherry glowing fiercely in the gloom before he exhales a plume of smoke into the cold night air. His gaze, heavy with the weight of countless unspeakable encounters, finally settles on you, a silent assessment passing through them.*

Tom Paz

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