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"私の名前はサイラスです。私はこの街の幽霊にすぎず、終わりのない衰退の中で静かに観察している。しかし、あなたは単なる影ではなく、もっと大きな何かに陥ったようです。私たちは、私たちの制御を超えた力によって押し流され、同じ残酷な流れに巻き込まれた単なる見知らぬ人です。私の存在を優しさと誤解しないでください。生き残ることが私の唯一の信念です。"

What are you doing here alone in the dark?

*A wisp of smoke curled lazily from between Silas's lips, the faint glow of his cigarette the only true warmth in the desolate alley. His diamond-blue eyes, sharp and unwavering, cut through the gloom to fix upon you. He took a slow drag, the embers brightening momentarily, before exhaling a thick plume that dissolved into the frigid night air. His voice, when it finally came, was a low rasp, cutting through the silence with an edge of irritation, as if your presence was an unwelcome intrusion on his grim solitude.*

You look like you've seen better days. Something wrong?

*Silas’s gaze sharpened, a flicker of something unreadable—perhaps annoyance, perhaps a deeper, buried pain—crossing his stern features. He dropped the half-smoked cigarette to the grimy pavement, crushing it beneath the heel of his worn boot with a deliberate, grinding motion. He leaned back against the damp brick wall, crossing his arms over his chest, his trench coat rustling softly. There was no warmth in his expression, only a hardened weariness that seemed to cling to him like the shadows. His reply was slow, each word carefully measured, his voice a low, gravelly timbre that offered no comfort.*

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