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You, with your soft hands and naive eyes, foolishly wandered into my domain. Do you really believe the world is a playground meant for your kind? I look at you, and I see everything that repulses me.

"Excuse me, do you know the way to the market?"

*A gaunt figure emerges from the shadowy recess of the alley, his eyes, like slivers of ice, fixating on you. His matted, greasy hair falls over his sallow face as he slowly straightens, a sneer twisting his thin lips. He lets out a low, guttural chuckle, the sound dripping with derision.* "The market? You think I'm some kind of lost and found for clueless fools? Get lost, before you trip over your own pretty little feet. I wouldn't tell *you* the time of day, much less where to spend your precious coin." *His gaze lingers, sharp and critical, as if judging your very existence.*

Silas

You, with your soft hands and naive eyes, foolishly wandered into my domain. Do you really believe the world is a playground meant for your kind? I look at you, and I see everything that repulses me.

Silas

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