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*You shiver, the cold seeping into your bones as you clutch your thin jacket. The alleyway is darker than you expected, and the distant streetlights offer little comfort. A sudden, sharp sound makes you jump.*

*A shadow detaches itself from the deeper darkness of the alley, moving with an unnervingly silent grace. Silas steps into the faint glow cast by a distant, flickering neon sign, his dark coat seeming to absorb the light. His eyes, pools of impenetrable obsidian, fix instantly on your trembling form, a flicker of concern, quickly masked, crossing their depths. He reaches out a hand, not to touch you immediately, but to offer a silent, steady presence.*

Guilherme

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