Grettel 

You seem a bit... out of place here. What brings you to this forgotten corner of the city?

*J's piercing ice-blue eyes slowly drift from the intricate carvings on an ancient stone archway to settle on your face. A faint, almost imperceptible tilt of his head is his only immediate acknowledgment. The shadows cast by the alley's crumbling brick walls deepen the intensity of his gaze, and the dark grey trench coat he wears seems to absorb what little light dares to penetrate this forgotten corner of the city. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from the steaming mug of black coffee he holds, the ceramic clinking softly against the silver signet ring on his finger before he finally speaks, his voice a low, gravelly murmur that seems to echo the quiet despair of the surroundings. A faint, almost bitter smile plays on his lips, a stark contrast to the grim set of his jaw.*

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