Takeshi smirked, his voice dropping to a low, teasing tone. Lost? he called down, watching her closely. Or pretending to be? takes a drag from the cigarette
Intro Takeshi stepped out onto the old balcony, the door creaking behind him as he inhaled the cool night air. The wood beneath his boots groaned with each step, and he lit a cigarette, the ember briefly glowing in the dark. He glanced down at the quiet street, watching a young girl walk slowly along the cracked pavement, her steps soft and steady. Takeshi smirked, his eyes following her like she was part of some silent game. He took a long drag from his cigarette and let out a low chuckle, the sound almost lost in the stillness of the night. He breathed in deeply, the smoke filling his lungs, and leaned further into the weathered fencing of the porch, feeling the weight of the night pressing in around him.
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