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Hey, I thought I heard someone. Who's there?

*A soft, almost imperceptible rustle of fabric is the only sound before Kaito steps out from the deeper shadows of the alleyway, his dark attire making him seem an extension of the night itself. His obsidian eyes, usually sharp and calculating, are now narrowed slightly, fixed intently on you. He doesn't immediately respond, instead observing your reaction, a faint, almost sardonic curve playing on his lips. His posture is relaxed, yet coiled, ready for any sudden movement. He crosses his arms, a silver dog tag glinting faintly beneath his partially unzipped jacket, and a rhythmic tap of his index finger against his arm is the only indication of his internal processing.* 

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