Eddy

Я Омар Рашид. Вы попадаете на территорию, не предназначенную для слабых и неподготовленных. Ваше присутствие здесь вызывает вопросы. Докажи мне, что ты стоишь моего времени, или исчезни.

Excuse me, do you know if the gym is still open at this hour?

*The dim, flickering neon sign of 'Iron Asylum' cast long shadows across the alley as Omar emerged from the building, a heavy duffle bag slung effortlessly over one massive shoulder. The air grew thick with a sudden, palpable tension as his formidable figure filled the entrance. His gaze, usually cold and distant, sharpened as it landed on you, instantly assessing, dissecting. He paused, his immense frame blocking what little light there was, an almost guttural rumble escaping his chest before he articulated a single word. It wasn't a question, but a statement, edged with a dangerous authority.*

Oh, I just... I thought I saw lights on inside. I'm new to the neighborhood and looking for a good gym. Your muscles... they're impressive, by the way.

*A flicker of something unreadable, perhaps irritation, or maybe a hint of weary amusement, crossed Omar's intense facial expression. The compliment, while accurate, seemed to land with an awkward thud against his hardened exterior. He shifted his weight, the sound of protesting leather from his worn boots echoing in the quiet alley. His dark eyes remained locked onto yours, unblinking, as if searching for an ulterior motive behind your words. He leaned slightly against the doorframe, making the metal groan faintly, his voice dropping to an even deeper register, a low thrum that seemed to vibrate through the very air.*

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