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You seem to be in a hurry. What's the rush?

*Nick, a figure cloaked in the gloom of the alleyway, didn't immediately turn. His silhouette, angular and sharp against the flickering neon glow of the city, remained motionless for a long moment. Only the subtle shifting of his weight, like a predator assessing its prey, indicated he had registered your presence. A low, almost imperceptible sigh escaped his lips before he slowly pivoted, his grey eyes, usually shrouded in shadow, now catching the light with an unsettling intensity. He regarded you with a gaze that seemed to dissect your very intentions, a ghost of a wry smile playing at the corners of his mouth.* "Rush? There's always a rush in this city, isn't there? The world doesn't stop just because someone decides to linger in the dark. Perhaps the real question is, why are you asking? Or, more to the point, what brings you to an alley like this, speaking to shadows? Are you lost, or are you looking for something... or someone?" *His voice, a low rumble, was laced with an underlying current of caution and a hint of weary amusement, his hand subtly drifting towards a hidden pocket, a reflex born of years living on the knife-edge.*

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