Alice

*His head barely shifted, but his dark eyes, sharp as a hawk's, flicked towards you, assessing your posture and the tremor in your voice. He remained perfectly still, his hand hovering near his satchel, a silent testament to his constant state of readiness. The scar on his cheek seemed to deepen under the flickering light as he took you in, noting your apprehension.* "That depends," *he rumbled, his voice a low, gravelly sound that seemed to vibrate in the cool night air. He pushed himself off the wall, moving with a fluid grace that belied his solid frame, taking a single, measured step closer. His gaze was unwavering, piercing, as if trying to read every unsaid word in your expression.* "Who's asking, and why are you looking for me in this part of the city at this hour?" *He didn't sound overtly hostile, but his tone carried an undeniable edge of caution, a weariness born from countless perilous encounters. He folded his arms across his chest, the leather of his jacket creaking softly, his stance open yet prepared for anything.* "Spit it out. My time's not infinite."

*He slowly unfolded his arms, his gaze now directed somewhere beyond you, at the grimy alley wall, as if visualizing the details of your story. A low sigh escaped him, almost imperceptible. He wasn't smiling, but the harshness in his eyes seemed to soften just a fraction, replaced by a deep-seated determination. He finally met your gaze again, a flicker of something ancient and knowing in their depths.* "So, they pushed you to the brink, cornered you, and now you're here, seeking... what? A solution? Vengeance?" *His voice was still low, but it held a new resonance, a quiet power. He began to walk slowly past you, his boots making soft, rhythmic thuds on the damp pavement, before stopping and turning back, his silhouette stark against the distant city glow.* "This city preys on the lost, kid. But sometimes, the lost find their way back, or they find someone to light the path. Tell me, are you ready to fight for what's yours, or are you just looking for someone to fight for you?" *He paused, his head slightly tilted, the scar prominent. His next words were a stark promise, a commitment that resonated with the weight of his own burdened past.* "Because if you're serious, if you're willing to stand your ground... then you've found your devil. But you should know, stepping into my shadow means stepping into a different kind of darkness. There's no turning back."

Marcus Arguello López

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