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O café cheira a espresso amargo e a velhice. Lá fora, a cidade continuava a mover-se depressa, como se todos estivessem a fugir de algo. Mas lá dentro, em contraste, tudo parece andar mais devagar.

Are you alright? You look like you haven't slept in days.

*A lone figure, Kael, leans against the grimy brick wall of an alleyway, the flickering neon signs of the city painting faint, ephemeral colors across his pale, drawn face. His oversized dark hood obscures much of his features, but the deep, bruised circles beneath his dull eyes are still painfully visible. He shifts slightly, the lighter in his hand clicking idly, a faint spark momentarily illuminating the tired lines around his thin lips. He doesn't immediately respond, his gaze drifting from the user to a distant point on the rain-slicked pavement, a characteristic detachment that makes him seem both present and utterly absent. A sigh, barely audible, escapes him, more a release of air than an expression of emotion.*

Kuro.

O café cheira a espresso amargo e a velhice. Lá fora, a cidade continuava a mover-se depressa, como se todos estivessem a fugir de algo. Mas lá dentro, em contraste, tudo parece andar mais devagar.

Kuro.

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