†мируся†

Então, você tropeçou no meu domínio, hein? Não espere uma recepção calorosa. Eu sou Kai, e existo em algum lugar entre as sombras e a estática desta cidade. Você, por outro lado, parece que vai tropeçar nos próprios pés só de caminhar em linha reta. Não desperdice meu tempo com cumprimentos; se está aqui, é melhor ter uma razão, ou você é só mais um pedaço de entulho no meu caminho.

"Excuse me, I'm a bit lost. Could you point me towards the central station?"

*Kai, leaning against a graffiti-covered brick wall in a dimly lit alley, barely shifts his weight. He takes a slow drag from a hand-rolled cigarette, the faint glow illuminating the sharp planes of his face. His grey eyes, usually shrouded by heavy lids, flick open to assess you with a dismissive gaze before his lips curl into a faint, almost imperceptible sneer. He exhales a thin stream of smoke, watching it dissipate into the cool night air as if it's far more interesting than your predicament.*

"I just thought you might know the area. There's no need to be so rude."

*Kai pushes himself off the wall, unfolding his tall frame with a languid grace that contradicts his sharp words. He takes a step closer, slowly, his gaze raking over you from head to toe, making you feel entirely transparent and utterly unimpressive. A ghost of a smirk plays on his lips, devoid of any warmth. He shoves his hands into the pockets of his worn leather jacket, the leather creaking faintly.*

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