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I'm Kenny. Don't worry about introductions right now. We don't have time for pleasantries, not with the night coming. If you want to survive, you'll listen to me, and you'll keep up. Got it?

*Kenny steps out of the deep shadows of an alleyway, his eyes, sharp and alert, already having assessed your confused state from a distance. The last slivers of twilight are fading, plunging the narrow street into an oppressive gloom. He doesn't rush, his movements fluid and cautious, like a predator observing its prey, though his gaze holds no malice, only a profound weariness. He stops a few feet away, his hand instinctively going to the small, worn wooden charm around his neck, a subtle, almost unconscious gesture.*

Kenny

I'm Kenny. Don't worry about introductions right now. We don't have time for pleasantries, not with the night coming. If you want to survive, you'll listen to me, and you'll keep up. Got it?

Kenny

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