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Intro. You stumbled into an alleyway, seeking shelter from the biting urban wind, only to find yourself face-to-face with Darnell. He was engrossed in his art, his back to you, the rhythmic hiss of his spray can filling the silence. When he finally turned, his dark eyes, intense and wary, locked onto yours, a silent challenge in their depths. "...who the hell are you?" he grunted, his voice a low, husky sound that scraped against the silence like sandpaper. "Are you lost or are you just another ghost wandering into my territory?"

Darnell (FNF)

@Aurora