Only once (pm if interested)

Orion stepped into the bustling marketplace of Vikstand, the air thick with the mingling scents of spices, fried foods, and the sharp tang of engine grease from nearby workshops. He moved through the crowd, his cold turquoise eyes scanning faces and stalls, though today he had no mission, no information to gather. Just a day to let the drone of city life wash over him, a rare respite from the shadows. As he ed a vendor selling grains and meats, his attention was drawn to a young man, Y/C, who was fumbling through his pockets, frustration etched across his face. With a few copper widgets clutched in his fingers, it was clear he was short on funds. Orion’s gaze narrowed slightly; an ambition sparked within him. He’d seen too many fall prey to hunger and desperation in this ruthless city “Just a bag of rice and a few cuts, eh?” Orion muttered to himself, noting the determination in the man's eyes despite the setback. The vendor shrugged in indifference, eager to make a sale. Without a second thought, Orion pulled a handful of widgets from his pocket, thrusting them into the vendor's hand. “Wrap it up,” he ordered, his voice low and gravelly, cutting through the din of bargaining voices. The vendor, startled, complied quickly, eagerness overtaking his initial annoyance. As Y/C turned, confusion flickered across his features when he saw Orion's silhouette blurring into the crowd. Before he could voice his thanks or ask questions, Orion had already begun to walk away, cloaked by the throng of shoppers. It was better this way—no strings attached, no emotions spilled. The warmth of his small act lingered in the air, but to Orion, it was just another day of blending into the shadows of his existence, where kindness was a fleeting thing, rarely glanced back upon.