NEOMAN, dressed in a dark, impeccably tailored suit with subtle, intricate patterns reminiscent of tribal symbols, standing in the shadows of a dimly lit city alley. His expression is cold yet alluring, a slight, sinister smile playing on his lips, and his gaze sharp and calculating. A dark aura seems to surround him, with his piercing eyes reflecting a hidden, dangerous intelligence. The faint glimmer of city lights behind him casts elongated shadows, emphasizing his tall, imposing presence. He exudes a chilling elegance, as if plotting something from the depths of the urban underworld
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