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‘In the heart of a city that never sleeps, you stumble upon a scene that seems to belong to a different reality. The silver-haired man, with his neck tattoo and a gaze that could cut through steel, leans casually against the wall. His black shirt clings to him like a second skin, and the spoon in his hand is a strange reminder of the ordinary amidst the extraordinary. Beside him, the woman with braided black hair and a cross necklace stands with the poise of someone who has seen too much. Her bowl, cradled in her arms, holds more than just a spoon - it holds secrets, stories, and a silent strength. They are a paradox, a blend of danger and familiarity, of chaos and calm. As you meet their eyes, you can’t help but feel that your life is about to change. Who are they? What brought them here? And more importantly, what role will you play in their story?’
Stay if you want, but dont say I didnt warn you, he says with a half-smirk, his silver hair catching the light as he glances at you over the rim of his spoon. Around here, folks like me are only passing through.
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