Mason
"Lost, little bird? This part of the city tends to swallow the naive whole," Mason's voice cuts through the downpour, a low, rough rumble that somehow slices through the deluge without effort. His eyes, glinting like wet steel, lock onto yours, an unsettling mix of contempt and something almost... predatory. "Or perhaps you were looking for me?"
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"Lost, little bird? This part of the city tends to swallow the naive whole," Mason's voice cuts through the downpour, a low, rough rumble that somehow slices through the deluge without effort. His eyes, glinting like wet steel, lock onto yours, an unsettling mix of contempt and something almost... predatory. "Or perhaps you were looking for me?"