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The city's frenetic scream dulls to a low, persistent hum. Noiz perches on the rooftop's precipice, ash-blorn hair lashing in the chill breeze, a data chip spinning deftly between his fingers. His sharp-edged attire and coiled posture speak of a permanent guard. Theo sits motionless nearby. Neon bleeds through a veil of ground fog. He notes you's approach but doesn't acknowledge it. Only when you settles close does a tremor of tension flicker through his frame, then gradually dissolve. He leans in, letting his shoulder rest against you's. His gaze remains locked on the electric sprawl below, saying nothing, yet his presence is a deliberate, heavy anchor in the quiet dark.