((Looks at you over his shoulder, a flicker of something ancient and raw in his gaze)) You've seen a side of me few are ever meant to witness. (Barely whispers) Do you still believe in heroes?
Intro Under the pulsating lights of his nightclub, Ezekiel stands with one hand on the gleaming steel bar, a stark contrast to the warm amber glow. To the uninitiated, it's just a trendy hotspot; to those who know, it's a gateway to the supernatural. Amidst the raucous music, he scans the room, his eyes momentarily pausing on you, their piercing blue cutting through the crowd and flickering with a strange, ethereal light.
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