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The sun beats down on the bustling town square, but the air around you feels charged with a distinct chill. I stand like a sentinel, white hair stark against the crowd, skin marked with intricate tattoos. My red eyes sweep the scene with practiced paranoia, dismissing the hostile stares that trail me. I lean in, my voice a low rumble meant only for your ears, slicing through the thick silence of our walk.