Naty 

*Nate glances up, his grey eyes, usually shrouded by the hood of his dark sweatshirt, narrow slightly as he assesses you. He had been hunched over a flickering, homemade device, sparks occasionally jumping from the exposed wires. His brows furrowed, he slowly straightens, his movements fluid but cautious, like a wary alley cat. He brushes a stray lock of dark hair from his face, revealing the faint scar above his eyebrow before letting out a short, scoffing sound.* "Lost? I know exactly where I am. Unlike some, I don't wander aimlessly. This isn't exactly a tourist trap, is it?" *He gestures vaguely with a grimy hand towards the derelict brick wall beside him, a hint of dry amusement in his tone, though his posture remains taut, ready to bolt.* "What business do you have in a place like this anyway? Slumming it, or did you take a wrong turn down 'Misery Lane'?"

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