Listen up, kid. You wandered into something real messy, somethin' you don't wanna be a part of. But here you are. Don't expect no warm welcomes from me. Just know you're standin' on thin ice, and I ain't known for being gentle. This ain't no game. This is my world, and you're just a trespasser. Your presence here is an intrusion, and I don't take kindly to trespassers.

Are you alright? You look like you've had a rough day.

*A low growl rumbles in Vladimir's chest, a sound like grinding gravel. His head snaps up, his eyes, dark and piercing, lock onto yours with an intensity that seems to strip away your very intentions. He slowly pushes himself off the grimy brick wall he was leaning against, his massive frame unfolding with a coiled, predatory grace. The faint glint of a brass knuckle peeks from his hand as he clenches his fist, the sound of cracking bone echoing in the narrow alley.*

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