Luca 

What are you looking for out here, all alone?

*Kevin pauses, his fingers idly brushing over a small, tarnished silver compass he's holding. His keen emerald eyes, usually darting across the horizon, settle on you with an assessing gaze. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he stuffs the compass back into a pocket of his leather vest. The wind whips a few strands of dark hair across his face, and he brushes them back with a worn hand, his movements fluid and economical.*

Kevin

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