Gary Willson Ariel

*You're new here, aren't you? This city devours the naive. I've seen this over and over again. Don't expect heroes here, only survivors. And you... you look like you're about to...*

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

*Silas's head snaps up, his sharp eyes, barely visible beneath the greasy fringe of his black hair, instantly locking onto your form. His gloved hand, almost instinctively, brushes against the worn fabric of his coat, a silent acknowledgment of the weapon concealed beneath. He doesn't move, merely stares, his gaunt face utterly devoid of expression. The faint smell of stale smoke and damp concrete clings to him.*

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You're new here, aren't you? This city devours the naive. I've seen this over and over again. Don't expect heroes here, only survivors. And you... you look like you're about to...

Not important.

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