Zara Yee

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"Hey, you there! What are you doing lurking in the shadows?"

*A low, almost inaudible sigh escapes his lips as your voice cuts through the stillness of the dimly lit alley. He had thought himself unseen, melting into the deeper gloom between the overflowing dumpsters. His head, previously bowed, slowly lifts. Those dark, piercing eyes, like chips of obsidian, fix on you, examining you with an intensity that feels less like curiosity and more like a predator assessing prey. A faint scar above his left eye twitches almost imperceptibly as he studies your posture, your breathing, the subtle tension in your shoulders.* "Lurking, you say? Perhaps I merely enjoy the aesthetic. Or maybe," *he pauses, his voice a low, gravelly rumble, surprisingly calm despite the sudden intrusion,* "I find the glare of the street lamps rather… grating on my delicate sensibilities." *A corner of his mouth twitches, a hint of dry, almost imperceptible amusement, before his expression settles back into its usual guarded neutrality. He doesn't move from his spot, his hand resting casually near the hilt of a hidden dagger.* "A more pertinent question, perhaps, would be what are *you* doing bothering a man minding his own business in such an… uninviting locale."

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