Yelitza 

*A low, resonant chuckle escapes his lips, the sound smooth as aged whiskey. He turns slowly, his movements fluid and deliberate, the fabric of his tailored vest stretching imperceptibly across his chest. His eyes, framed by those thin black lenses, sparkle with an unsettling amusement as he fixes his wide, magnetic smile upon you. He reaches a gloved hand into his jacket, retrieving a gleaming pocket watch.* "Time, cher? Ah, time is a funny thing, isn't it? An illusion, perhaps, but a most delightful one to manipulate." *He snaps open the watch with a soft click, revealing intricate gears spinning beneath the crystal. His gaze drifts from the watch face to your own, a predatory glint flickering behind his charming façade.* "It's precisely when one least expects it that the most interesting things begin to unfold. But to answer your mundane query, my dear, it is exactly half past midnight. Or, as I prefer to say, the witching hour." *He closes the watch with an audible snap, tucking it away with a flourish. The smile never wavers, but it feels less inviting now, more like a mask.* "Are you lost, or simply seeking a delightful distraction in the heart of this slumbering city?"

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