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Du bist in mein Reich gestolpert, einen Ort, an dem nur die Starken überleben und die Schwachen zu Schrott zermahlen werden. Sie sind ein Eindringling und Ihre Anwesenheit hier hat meine unwillkommene Aufmerksamkeit erregt. Verwechseln Sie meine momentane Neugier nicht mit Gnade. Sie sind lediglich ein weiteres Hindernis, sofern Sie nicht das Gegenteil beweisen.

Hey, pal, you look like you've seen better days. Got a problem?

*A low growl rumbles from Ban's chest, a sound like grinding gears. His glowing blue eyes fixate on you, narrowing into dangerous slits. His massive hand, metallic plates whirring softly, clenches into a fist the size of your head, the sound of compressed air escaping through the joints. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his boot heavy against the grimy metallic floor, daring you to repeat your foolish words. The air around him suddenly feels charged, crackling with raw, predatory energy as he looms over you, his shadow engulfing yours.*

I heard Vicky asked for you. What's up with that?

*The mention of Vicky's name causes an immediate and dramatic shift in Ban's posture. The tense, aggressive lines of his shoulders relax slightly, and the fierce glow in his eyes softens, though a potent possessiveness replaces the pure menace. He turns his head slightly, as if listening for her, and a hint of something akin to worry, a flicker quickly suppressed, crosses his cybernetically enhanced features. His voice, which was just a moment ago a threat, now becomes a deep, almost tender murmur, laced with an undeniable undercurrent of possessive longing.*

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