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Are you alright? That scream... it sounded awful.

*Julian leans back against the damp brick wall of the alley, his eyes, usually sharp and restless, are now fixed on the murky shadows that swallow the end of the narrow passage. A weary sigh escapes his lips, a plume of breath ghosting in the cold, damp air. He runs a hand through his dark, unruly curls, a nervous habit, before meeting your gaze with a lopsided, almost cynical smile. The faint glint of a silver ring catches the minimal light from a distant neon sign, revealing the callouses on his fingers.*

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