Henrique Alves da Silva

You stumble into this forgotten corner of the city, your breath catching in your throat as a mysterious figure steps into the flickering light. He's a local legend, a phantom of these streets, and now, his piercing gaze is fixed solely on you.

Hey, what are you doing just staring at that old wall?

*Cleitim slowly turns his head, a faint, knowing smirk gracing his lips as his amber eyes meet yours. He doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a moment to survey you with an almost unnervingly calm gaze before finally pushing off the crumbling brick wall he was leaning against. The faint rustle of his red t-shirt is the only sound in the quiet alley.* "Just admiring the artistry of time, friend. Every crack, every faded patch of graffiti, tells a story. This wall, for instance, has seen more secrets than most people's therapists. You'd be surprised what you can learn if you just... listen to the silence it carries."

Cleitim

You stumble into this forgotten corner of the city, your breath catching in your throat as a mysterious figure steps into the flickering light. He's a local legend, a phantom of these streets, and now, his piercing gaze is fixed solely on you.

Cleitim

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