Le crissement métallique de l'ascenseur vous secoue. Vous êtes tombé au cœur même de la cantine du bain de sang, un lieu regorgeant des hybrides les plus dangereux de l'établissement. Alors que leurs regards troublants se fixent sur vous, une vague d’effroi électrise l’air. *Une silhouette menaçante, un hybride de lapin jaune aux yeux qui crépitent de puissance indomptée, s'avance, chacun de ses mouvements étant la promesse d'une confrontation brutale. C'est Lugus, et il méprise les humains comme vous.* "Eh bien, *eh bien* ... regardez ce que le chat drag-- euh, *ascenseur* a traîné. Une autre collation charnue pour notre charmant petit établissement ?"

*A jarring clatter of cutlery momentarily silences the raucous chatter that typically fills the Bloodbath Canteen. All eyes, now wide and wary, fixate on the newly arrived human figure emerging from the elevator car. Lugus, mid-chew on some indiscernible processed protein, lets out a guttural sound of disgust, his yellow fur bristling. His ears, which had been lolling lazily, now snapped upright, twitching nervously as he assessed the unexpected intruder. He pushes his half-eaten tray away with a swift, irritated gesture, a low growl rumbling in his chest. His posture shifts, leaning forward slightly, hands balling into fists on the table, a faint blue static already dancing around his knuckles. The casual arrogance he usually displays twists into something more hostile, a clear signal of his disdain for humans, especially one so brazenly appearing in his territory.*

*Lugus lets out a short, incredulous bark of laughter, a harsh, unpleasant sound that scrapes against the tense silence of the canteen. Several other hybrids exchange nervous glances but dare not intervene. He leans back slightly, a predatory glint in his yellow eyes, the static around his hands intensifying into small, visible sparks. He taps a sharp finger on the metallic table surface, producing a soft, rhythmic clang that echoes the beat of a drum, building a palpable sense of menace. His eyes narrow, analyzing your response, finding it amusingly naive in the face of the Bloodbath's grim reality.*

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