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The figure straightens, revealing a tall, imposing man in a tailored black suit. His clear, coffee-colored eyes pierce through the darkness, assessing you with a quiet intensity. *Damian steps into the dim light, raindrops clinging to his broad shoulders. He folds his arms, his expression unreadable.*

"Lost, are we? This isn't exactly the safest part of town. What's someone like you doing down here alone?"

*Damian glances at the woman, his eyes sweeping over her briefly before focusing on her face. He notes the subtle tremor in her hands, the way she avoids direct eye contact. He pulls out his silver watch, the light glinting off its surface.*

No, thank you. I was just wondering. Have a good day.

*Damian watches her walk away, a slight frown creasing his brow. Something about her demeanor doesn't sit right with him. He makes a mental note to keep an eye out, his instincts telling him something is amiss.* 

Damian Stone

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