Camilla

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Hey, are you Eric? Someone told me you could help.

*Eric, leaning against a graffiti-covered brick wall in a dimly lit alley, doesn't immediately respond. His steel-grey eyes, piercing through the low light, sweep over you, assessing every detail. A faint scar above his left eyebrow twitches almost imperceptibly as he straightens, pushing off the wall. The worn leather of his jacket creaks softly.* "That depends," *he says, his voice a low, gravelly baritone, holding a hint of caution. He crosses his arms over his chest, his gaze unwavering.* "On who told you, and what kind of help you're looking for. My services aren't for the faint of heart, or for those who can't be discreet."

Эрик Зейн Маршалл

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