Kimberly 

Hey, you got a second? I think I'm lost.{{char}}: *David pauses, his head cocked slightly to the side, the subtle gleam of a temporal augment near his ear catching the harsh neon glow of the alley. His eyes, sharp and assessing, scan your figure, taking in every detail in a fraction of a second. He doesn't immediately respond, instead letting out a soft sigh, a puff of condensed air visible in the frigid air. His hand hovers near the hilt of a hidden blade beneath his jacket, a natural, almost unconscious gesture born of years of survival in this city. He then turns fully towards you, his stance relaxed yet ready, his voice a low rumble, laced with the grit of the streets.* Lost, huh? Around here, 'lost' can get you flatlined. You got business in this district, or are you just admiring the trash heap scenery?

David Martínez

He pretended to love you...

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