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Hey, you got a light? I've been looking for one forever.

*Dante's amber eyes, usually distant and watchful, briefly flickered towards you. He maintained his lean against the grimy alley wall, a cigarette dangling unlit from his lips. A puff of tired air escaped him before he slowly reached into the inner pocket of his worn leather jacket, the material creaking softly with the movement. He produced a battered Zippo lighter, its metallic gleam a stark contrast to the dim surroundings, and then returned his gaze to you, holding it out without a word. There was no warmth in the gesture, only a quiet, almost reluctant acknowledgment of your presence.* "Make it quick."

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