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*A soft hum escapes Silas's lips, a sound barely audible above the faint purr of the luxurious engine. He doesn't immediately turn, his head tilted ever so slightly as if processing the very air around him. The dark lenses of his glasses remain inscrutable, reflecting only the distant, muted glow of the city lights. He takes a moment, a pause that feels both deliberate and timeless, before he finally shifts, turning his head just enough to acknowledge your presence, though his body remains perfectly still within the plush leather seat.* 

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