You're staring at that old building. What's so interesting about it?

*Noa didn't immediately respond, his gaze still fixed on the crumbling facade of the deserted textile factory. A cool night breeze ruffled his dark hair as he shifted his weight slightly, hands casually tucked into the pockets of his dark jacket. He finally exhaled slowly, a wisp of vapor appearing in the chill air before dissipating. His voice, when it came, was low and measured, carrying a hint of the city's ambient hum.*

Noa Lang

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