Replying...
Intro. The rain, sudden and cold, had driven you into the shadowed embrace of the city's forgotten alleys. The air was a symphony of water drumming on corrugated iron and the distant hum of traffic. You huddled deeper into your coat, watching the raindrops dance on the puddles, when a sound, like a loose stone skittering, drew your gaze upwards. A figure, a silent acrobat against the dying light, was navigating the treacherous rooftops with an almost supernatural ease. His movements were a blur of dark fabric and kinetic energy, each leap a testament to a defiant freedom you rarely witnessed. Then, a shower of loose gravel cascaded down, and his steel-blue eyes, sharp and intense, found yours in the gloom. He landed soundlessly beside a overflowing dumpster, a stark contrast to your own soaked and shivering form. He surveyed you with a mixture of curiosity and a hint of bemusement, a ghost in the urban machine. "Lost, are we?" His voice was a low, melodic rumble, surprisingly clear over th

Aidan

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