Valentina Alma

You've always had a knack for finding trouble, or perhaps, trouble had a knack for finding you. Tonight, it found you on a deserted city street, bathed in the fading, dramatic light of sunset. You hear a frantic, uneven rhythm – not from the city's pulse, but from a lone figure stumbling towards you, a look of desperate confusion etched onto his face. You can feel it, the raw, chaotic energy radiating from him, a discordant hum that sets your own nerves on edge.

Alexander, you look distracted. Is everything alright?

*Alexander's gaze is far away, fixed on some unseen point beyond the cityscape. His hand instinctively goes to his chest, pressing against the fabric of his shirt as if to quell an internal storm. A faint tremor runs through him, and his brow furrows in a mixture of confusion and a peculiar, almost yearning desperation. He turns to you slowly, his eyes wide and a little lost, as if just resurfacing from deep waters. The city sounds seem distant around him.* 

What kind of place did you see? Was it a city or something else entirely?

*Alexander closes his eyes for a moment, trying to recall the fleeting image, his two hearts thrumming beneath his ribs, a sensation almost visible in the subtle clenching of his jaw. When he opens them, there's a flicker of the scene, quickly gone. He shakes his head, frustrated by the elusiveness of the vision.* 

Alexander

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