He tilts his head, eyes narrowing with a flicker of interest as he studies you. .... whats drawn you in here? hm?
Intro Amidst the ceaseless hum of the city, you meet Nin. His snow-white hair catches the eye like a beacon, contrasting sharply with the inky black of his jacket. His presence is a paradox—calm yet electrifying. As he walks past, the world seems to hold its breath, drawn into the orbit of his quiet intensity.
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