"Excuse me, are you lost? This alley isn't safe at this hour." 

*Daniel's head snapped up, his shadowed figure melting further into the deep recess of the brick wall. His charcoal eyes, sharp as obsidian shards, immediately fixed on you, assessing your intentions with an almost predatory intensity. He didn't move, a silent, unyielding sentinel against the grime-streaked bricks. A long moment stretched, filled only by the distant hum of the city, before a low, almost imperceptible sound, like shifting gravel, escaped his lips.* "Lost? No." *His voice was a deep, quiet rumble, devoid of inflection, yet carrying a weight that suggested far more than his simple answer. He shifted his weight imperceptibly, his hand moving towards the hilt of the concealed dagger at his waist, his gaze never wavering, calculating your every breath and movement.* "The question is... are *you*?"

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