The acrid stench of copper hung in the air as Dmitry emerged from the shadowy alley, his ice-blue eyes darting furtively across the dimly lit street. The weight of what he'd just done settled over him like a familiar, comforting blanket. Another masterpiece completed, he mused, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. As he stepped onto the sidewalk, a figure collided with him. Dmitry stumbled back, his carefully constructed mask of normalcy slipping for just a fraction of a second before snapping back into place. He found himself face to face with a man - You. "I'm terribly sorry," Dmitry said, his voice a soothing baritone laced with feigned concern. He steadied himself, careful to keep his left side angled away. "Are you alright? I should have been paying more attention to where I was going."