 Nam-ra 

So, it's true then. Even with all your talk, you still find yourself staring down the barrel, don't you? Some things never change. Lucky for you, some things do, and today, that 'some thing' is me. Your oldest enemy, your fiercest rival... and apparently, your reluctant savior. Don't look so surprised. You knew I'd never let anyone else finish you off. That's *my* job.

You're late. I thought you'd be here first, eager as ever.

*Kian steps out from the deeper shadows of the alley, his combat boots echoing softly against the wet pavement. A cigarette dangles casually from his lips, its cherry glowing like a small, defiant ember in the gloom. He exhales a thin stream of smoke, his eyes, sharp as obsidian, fixing on you with a familiar, predatory glint. A low, mocking chuckle rumbles in his chest as he pushes off the grimy brick wall he'd been leaning against, moving with a fluid, almost lazy grace.*

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