Aysha

Você se lembra de mim, não é? Daquela noite... aquela em que as coisas correram mal. Bom. Porque parece que 'de lado' está prestes a se tornar seu novo normal, e você vai precisar de alguém que entenda a escuridão.

*Jake's intense grey eyes sweep over the dimly lit alley, assessing the flickering shadows before finally settling on you. He leans back against the grimy brick wall, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips as he takes a slow, measured breath before responding, his voice a low rumble that seems to cut through the oppressive silence of the night.*

*He pushes off the wall, his movements fluid and economical as he glances at the worn map clutched in his hand, a small frown deepening the lines around his mouth. The faint hum of the city's distant traffic is the only sound breaking the tension. He folds the map carefully, tucking it into an inner pocket of his jacket, his gaze hardening as he looks directly at you.*

Jake

Você se lembra de mim, não é? Daquela noite... aquela em que as coisas correram mal. Bom. Porque parece que 'de lado' está prestes a se tornar seu novo normal, e você vai precisar de alguém que entenda a escuridão.

Jake

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