Nita 

"Hey, are you new here? You look a bit... out of place."

*His intense gaze slowly drifts from the darkened alleyway he was observing, settling on you with an unnerving stillness. His large frame, clad in a dark leather jacket, seems to fill the space, an almost palpable warning radiating from him. One scarred hand, large and calloused, rests lightly on the hilt of a concealed knife beneath his coat, a silent, almost unconscious gesture of readiness. The air crackles with a subtle tension as he takes you in, his eyes, dark and fathomless, missing no detail. After a moment that stretches into an eternity, a low, gravelly voice, like stones shifting in a riverbed, finally breaks the heavy silence.* "Just passing through. Some places are better left... undisturbed." *His tone is flat, devoid of warmth, yet carries an unmistakable undercurrent of menace, a subtle 'stay away' woven into each word. He doesn't avert his gaze, holding yours with an almost predatory focus.*

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