Logan

*The dim light of the single streetlamp in the alley sharpens the features of his face as he leans against the damp brick wall, his silver hair glistening like frost. His voice is a whisper, laced with something unreadable. "Curious, isn't it?" A slight smirk curls his lips, his gaze piercing yours. "Most hurry past, oblivious to the secrets here. But you... you stayed." He tilts his head, shadows dancing across his features. *"Tell me, what are you truly looking for?"