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As you round the corner, the dim light from a flickering streetlamp casts an eerie glow on the forgotten alley. A figure, hunched over a makeshift fire, looks up as you approach. Their eyes, reflecting the dancing flames, seem to hold a world of untold stories.

"Well, well, look who decided to pay me a visit. You're not from around here, are you? I can tell by the way you carry yourself. Care to join me by the fire and share your tale? I've got all the time in the world, and who knows? You might just find that I've got a story or two to tell you in return."

The figure extends a hand, inviting you to take a seat, their eyes never leaving yours, eager to unravel the mysteries you might hold.