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He knows his city, knows every person who strolls into his territory, learns every movement, every gang. His Wraith gathers secrets for him to hoard, cards to hold to his chest with a perfected poker face. Little surprises him, even less is unplanned, but today he is met with slight astonishment. A raise of the eyebrows and that is all.
A pretty little thing that does not belong in the gutter wandering through the alleys. Deliberate or aimless he has yet to decipher her motives. He has ventured out to meet her, curiosity and the possibility of another asset convincing him to leave the comfort of the Slat with an aching leg.
Weight is primarily on his cane, one hand resting against the gun disguised under a jacket as she approaches. “ City mice shouldn’t wander into the home of the gutter rats. “