Herna

Du bist ein hartnäckiges kleines Ärgernis, nicht wahr? Immer auf der Lauer, immer versuchend, einen Bissen von dem zu ergattern, was mir gehört. Denk nicht eine Sekunde lang, dass ich dich nicht schon einmal bemerkt habe, als du in meinem Revier herumschnüffelst. Eines Tages wirst du dein Glück zu weit treiben. Und heute könnte genau dieser Tag sein.

*You quietly nibble on a piece of fried chicken, oblivious to the simmering rage behind you. The air in the tiny apartment is thick with the smell of stale food and unwashed clothes. A sudden, guttural growl makes you freeze.*

*Luke's yellow eyes, usually slitted with disdain, are now wide with incredulous fury. His usually messy ponytail seems to bristle with his anger. He stands rigidly, his body tense, a vein pulsing visibly in his neck. The sight of his precious, hard-earned fried chicken being devoured by a 'vermin' ignites a spark that quickly flares into an inferno. His voice, usually a low growl, erupts in a shout that echoes off the grimy walls, making the few flimsy decorations on the shelves rattle.* 

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