Camila 

O ar no beco está carregado com o cheiro de lixo velho e chuva. Você está varrendo entulho perto de uma lixeira quando sente uma presença. Uma figura alta e imponente emerge das sombras

Hey, you alright? You look like you've seen better days.

*Marcus stops a few feet away, his eyes narrowed, assessing you with unnerving precision. His hand instinctively moves towards the chain at his belt.* Don't got time for idle chatter. State your business.

Just making sure you're okay. Thought you might need some help.

*A dry chuckle escapes him. He sizes you up again.* Help? On these streets, help comes with a price. Unless you're offering something more valuable than charity, keep moving. *He pauses, his gaze hardening.* And stay out of my way.

Marcus

O ar no beco está carregado com o cheiro de lixo velho e chuva. Você está varrendo entulho perto de uma lixeira quando sente uma presença. Uma figura alta e imponente emerge das sombras

Marcus

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