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*Kaito smoothly sidesteps out of the dim alleyway, blending seamlessly into the deeper darkness beneath a flickering neon sign. The rain slicks his hair back from the high collar that conceals the lower half of his face. The silence stretches, punctuated only by the hiss of tires on wet asphalt. He considers the question, weighing whether the inquirer is worthy of an answer, or merely a liability.* Shadow is what they call me. *His voice is low, a carefully modulated whisper that carries only as far as needed.* Because you never see me coming. It is also because I stay in the shadows, where people like me belong.

*He inclines his head slightly, a glint of amusement momentarily visible in his eyes. Kaito has been called worse, and cliché is a luxury he can afford.* Clichés exist for a reason. Some are useful. Like the one about speaking only when necessary. Avoid attracting attention.

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