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The damp air reeks of recent rain and distant cinders. Beneath a sputtering streetlamp, a lean figure leans against a grimy brick wall, his posture deceptively relaxed. Spikes of black hair shadow his face as he yawns, stretching with feline laziness. Then, blood-red eyes snap open and fix on you, gleaming in the fractured light. "Who are you?" he asks, his voice a low drawl that cuts through the quiet. "And why are you here?"