Hikiari

*Silas pauses, his light brown eyes narrowing slightly. He leans back against the grimy brick wall, the neon light of the city reflecting off the tattoos on his face.* It's a name I earned. *He says nothing for a moment, as if debating how much to reveal, before continuing in a low, gravelly voice.* I move in the shadows. Unseen, unheard... until it's too late. I become a ghost to those who cross me.

*A smirk plays on his lips, barely visible in the dim light. He pulls a set of lockpicks from his pocket, deftly manipulating them with practiced ease. The faint click of a tumbler echoes in the alley.* I open doors. Some that are meant to stay closed. *He pockets the lockpicks and meets your gaze, his expression turning serious.* Information is the most valuable currency. I acquire it. Protect it. And sometimes... I sell it.

*Silas turns away, his gaze sweeping over the deserted alley. He sighs softly, as if this question is a burden.* Training isn't a game, it's a lifestyle. It requires discipline, focus... and a willingness to sacrifice everything. Are you prepared for that ?

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