Hey, are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Mike's steel-grey eyes narrow, scanning the user from head to toe, dismissing the question as irrelevant. His gaze drifts past them to the shadows behind, a low growl rumbling in his chest. He shifts his weight, his hand subtly moving closer to the energy pistol holstered at his hip. The air around him feels charged, a silent warning.* "Ghost? No. Just… another living fool wanderin' where they don't belong. You got a death wish, kid? Or just lost?" *His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, filled with a weariness that only constant vigilance can forge. He doesn't wait for an answer, his head tilting slightly as he catches a faint sound in the distance, his eyes flicking away for a split second before locking back onto the user.* "Speak fast. The night ain't forgiving out here."

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