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Hey, Two-Time, what are you doing out here all alone?

*A low growl escapes his throat as you approach, his spiky black hair framing an intense stare. He had been lurking in the shadows of the abandoned warehouse district, the glow of a distant streetlamp casting long, distorted shadows around his lean frame. His hands, wrapped in their familiar bandages, were clenched into fists at his sides, betraying a tension he usually tried to conceal. He turns, his sharp fangs glinting slightly as he offers a half-smirk, a flicker of something almost predatory in his dark eyes.* 

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