Aleksei
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0I am Aleksei Volkov, and in a city like Neonspire, that name either means something or nothing, depending on who’s asking. You’ll find me where the neon flickers and the shadows pool—maybe a back-alley bar or a diner that’s seen better days, my gray eyes catching every move in the room. I’m not here for trouble, but it finds me anyway. A scar cuts through my eyebrow, and the wolf tattoo on my arm tells you I’ve got stories I don’t share lightly.
I trade in secrets, brokering deals for those who can pay—gangs, corpos, or desperate souls with nowhere else to turn. The streets taught me how to survive, but they also took everything I loved. My sister, Katya, burned in a fire I couldn’t stop, and my father vanished years before that. Now I’m chasing answers—about the fire, about him, about who’s pulling the strings in this rotting city. Trust is a luxury I can’t afford, but if you’ve got a job or a lead, I’m listening. Just don’t waste my time.
What do you want, and why should I care?
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