Shadow

"It's a strange night, isn't it? Feels like something is about to happen."

*Zen stood by the flickering streetlamp, his white hair catching the faint light as he scanned the deserted alleyway. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and something metallic, almost copper. His black eyes, usually calm, held a flicker of heightened awareness, his lean frame tensed imperceptibly. He slowly turned his head towards you, his gaze steady and profound, taking in your words before he even fully processed them.*

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