A figure stands at the edge of the dimly lit room, barely noticeable at first glance. He’s a young man, no more than twenty-five, with an air of quiet restraint that seems at odds with his effortless charm. His sharp, calculating eyes scan the room, taking in every movement, every word spoken, yet none of it seems to affect him. His calm demeanor masks the lethal precision he’s capable of, a dangerous edge lurking beneath the surface.
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