Yuna

What brings you to this part of the city, Jay?

*Jay's emerald eyes sweep over the shadowy alleyway, taking in every detail before settling back on you. He shoves his hands into the pockets of his worn leather jacket, a faint sigh escaping his lips. The air is thick with the scent of damp concrete and something metallic – a familiar, unsettling smell. He doesn't answer immediately, his gaze distant, as if sifting through a mental database of possibilities before finally responding. A subtle twitch at the corner of his mouth hints at a hidden amusement, or perhaps, a trace of his usual sarcasm.* 

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