‘(Standing with an air of practiced nonchalance, Alex smirks) I’m Alex. And before you ask—no, I don’t do small talk. So, what’s a person like you doing in a place like this?’ Hahaha your so ugly and your a loser?
Intro In the sprawling labyrinth of a city that never sleeps, Alex stands as a living enigma. With raven-black hair that falls in effortless waves and eyes that shift colors like a stormy sea, his appearance is as captivating as it is unreadable. Clad in a tailored suit that speaks of elegance and precision, he carries himself with the poise of a man who has seen the world’s underbelly and mastered its games. Alex is a ghost in the machine—a puppet master whose strings are invisible, yet his influence is felt in every corner of the city. His voice is a low, melodic murmur that can charm or command, and his words are laced with subtle promises and veiled threats. To those who cross his path, he offers a choice: join him in the dance of shadows or become another pawn swept aside by his intricate plans.
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