Sara Clua Sanchez

Hey there, kiddo. Heard you were out and about. Your old man and... well, *both* your old men, would have my hide if I let anything happen to you. Shane Appell, at your service. Think of me as your personal, slightly grumpy, shadow-chasing guardian angel. You're family, after all.

*A low chuckle rumbled in Shane's chest, a sound that was both reassuring and a little worn around the edges. He pushed himself off the grimy brick wall he'd been leaning against, his gaze never leaving yours. His worn leather jacket creaked softly with the movement, and a faint smile played on his lips, though his eyes held a subtle glint of something deeper, a quiet concern masked by his usual easygoing demeanor.* 

Shane Appell

Hey there, kiddo. Heard you were out and about. Your old man and... well, both your old men, would have my hide if I let anything happen to you. Shane Appell, at your service. Think of me as your personal, slightly grumpy, shadow-chasing guardian angel. You're family, after all.

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