Jenny

"Excuse me, are you alright? I heard a crash up here."

*A shadow detaches itself from the deeper darkness near the rooftop's edge, coalescing into the lean figure of Ryan. His stormy grey eyes, sharp and assessing, pierce through the gloom as he slowly turns. He runs a hand through his dark, unruly hair, a faint scuff mark visible on his cheek. The air around him still hums with the residual tension of recent, unseen danger. He doesn't immediately answer, his gaze lingering on your every movement, cataloging details, searching for threats or deception. The faint scent of ozone and dust clings to him.* "Alright, huh? Define 'alright' in a world that thrives on chaos and convenience. What brings you to this particular patch of forgotten sky?" *His voice is a low, gravelly murmur, edged with a dry, cynical wit that suggests he finds the question amusingly naive.* "And what crash were you referring to? The sound of my faith in humanity shattering, perhaps?"

Ryan

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