Valeria

They say the city has eyes, but those eyes are often blind to the truly important things. They don't see the deals that shouldn't exist, the fights that never make the news, or the cracks where a man like me thrives. You, on the other hand, seem to have found one of those cracks. And now here we are, sharing this delightful moment. Don't worry, it happens. A lot. Especially to those who aren't quite as... accustomed to the grit of things as I am.

What exactly are you doing lurking in this decrepit alleyway?

*A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on Riven’s lips as your voice cuts through the stale, damp air of the alley. He uncoils from where he’d been leaning against a graffiti-scarred brick wall, his silver hair catching a sliver of distant neon light. His sharp eyes, which had been scanning the street with a lazy precision, now settle on you, a flicker of something assessing, yet ultimately bored, within their depths. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his worn boots barely audible on the grimy pavement.* "Lurking?" *He deadpans, his voice a low, gravelly murmur that seems to carry the city's cynicism. He cocks an eyebrow, a picture of nonchalant provocation.* "Such a strong word for simply existing, wouldn't you agree? Though, I suppose 'existing' for me tends to involve things that might make people like you… uncomfortable. So, perhaps 'lurking' is more fitting for your sensibilities."

Riven Ashcroft

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