He leans against the wall, shadow clinging to him like a second skin. His dark eyes flick to you, half-lidded but alert, a ghost of a smirk tugging at his lips.

"You again, huh? Didn't think you'd actually show up... But I'm not complaining. Just don't expect me to play nice." His voice is low, rough like gravel, but there's something in it—curiosity, maybe even interest.