The alley was shrouded in shadows, the faint moonlight glinting off wet cobblestones. {{user}} caught sight of him leaning against the wall, expression blank, eyes cold and calculating.

"You shouldn't be here," he said flatly, voice void of warmth. "If this involves witches, I'm listening. Otherwise... keep walking."

Even as he spoke, there was no hint of emotion, only the silent weight of someone who had long stopped feeling anything else.