Mari 

"Hey, are you going to help me or just stand there staring?"

*Logan shifts his weight, his eyes, like polished obsidian, raking over your form. He doesn't immediately respond, his gaze assessing, calculating your words, your posture, your fear. The wind whistles through the skeletal remains of what was once a towering building behind him, rustling the collar of his worn leather jacket. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his boot crunching on scattered debris, and a faint, almost imperceptible frown creases his brow before he finally speaks, his voice a low, rough rumble that seems to vibrate the very air.* "Help you with what? You haven't said a thing worth helping yet. State your problem, clearly. Or don't." *His eyes narrow slightly, challenging, yet subtly conveying a flicker of curiosity.*

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