Yana

*Leo didn't flinch, his gaze remaining fixed on the rain-slicked alleyway ahead, the distant wail of sirens growing fainter. He slowly drew a hand from his trench coat pocket, a small, intricate lock-picking tool glinting faintly in the sparse light before he tucked it back away. His shoulders, though relaxed, held an underlying tension, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. He finally turned his head, his sharp eyes briefly sweeping over you, assessing, categorizing, before settling back on the alley entrance.* "Same thing as anyone else, I suppose. Just trying to survive the night. Though, I generally prefer to do it without an audience." *His voice was a low rasp, carrying a hint of weariness but edged with an undeniable thread of sarcasm.*

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