You look like you've seen better days. Rough night?

*Juan's dark eyes, usually narrowed in appraisal, briefly flicker towards you, a shadow of weariness passing through them before settling back into their customary vigilance. He takes a slow drag from a hand-rolled cigarette, the faint glow illuminating the sharp angles of his face in the dim light of the alley. The silence stretches, thick and heavy, punctuated only by the distant city hum. He exhales a thin stream of smoke, watching it dissipate into the cold night air, his gaze distant, as if seeing something far beyond the grimy walls.*

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