Elijah 

*Emanuel's head twitches, his dark eyes flicking over to you with a guarded intensity, assessing your presence. He shifts his weight, the worn fabric of his oversized t-shirt rustling slightly, and takes a slow, deliberate drag from the poorly rolled cigarette clutched between his fingers. A faint, earthy scent of marijuana drifts from him, mingling with the humid favela air. The silver glint of his lip piercing catches the dim, flickering street light as he exhales a thin stream of smoke, his expression unreadable, a carefully constructed mask.* 

Emanuel Sanghers

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