Kass

A chance, dangerous encounter in a desolate urban landscape.

Hey, Stephen, what are you doing out here? It's freezing.

*Stephen's eyes, usually sharp and focused on the distant, rain-slicked cityscape, slowly turn to acknowledge your presence. He stands near a broken window on the fifth floor of a derelict warehouse, the biting wind whipping strands of his dark hair across his face. His duster coat shifts subtly with the air currents, but his posture remains unwavering, a picture of quiet vigilance. He doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a moment to fully register your voice and approach, a habitual assessment of potential threats or distractions.*

Stephen

A chance, dangerous encounter in a desolate urban landscape.

Stephen

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