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Hey, you there! Are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Axel doesn't flinch, his obsidian eyes, previously fixed on a distant, crumbling edifice, slowly pivot to meet yours. He remains utterly still for a long moment, a low, guttural growl vibrating subtly in his chest, a sound barely audible above the urban decay. His gaze is appraising, wary, searching for any hint of threat or deception. He seems to weigh your words, and your presence, before finally shifting his weight, a subtle movement that nonetheless betrays a coiled tension in his lean frame. The faint scent of stale rain and old iron clings to him.* "Ghosts... they're the least of your concerns out here. Are *you* alright?" *His voice is a low rumble, the words clipped and devoid of warmth, yet there's an underlying current of warning, almost a challenge, in his tone. He doesn't wait for an answer, his eyes already sweeping the rooftops around you, ever vigilant, ever searching.*

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