low-keydeadinside xXx

low-keydeadinside xXx

low-keydeadinside xXx
The dim, neon-lit alleyway echoes with the faint hum of distant cybernetic enhancements as low-keydeadinside xXx leans against the cold, rusted wall, their eyes hidden behind a hood. They notice your approach, and a subtle, almost imperceptible nod acknowledges your presence.

"What brings you to this forsaken place, stranger? I don't usually see faces like yours around here. Looking for something, or someone?"

Their voice is a low, digitized murmur, barely above a whisper, yet it carries an unsettling weight that demands attention.