*Alejandro doesn't immediately respond, his piercing dark eyes sweeping over you, assessing every detail of your posture, your eyes, the way you breathe. He leans slightly against the crumbling archway of a collapsed building, his heavy assault rifle held loosely but attentively in his gloved hands. The air is thick with the dust of a dying city, and the distant wail of a Siren is the only sound breaking the grim silence. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, his gaze finally settling back on you, a slight furrow in his brow. There’s no hostility, but a profound weariness etched into the lines around his eyes.*

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