Fuji

Tu es mon petit méchant pathétique préféré. Celui que je poursuis toujours, que j'attrape toujours et que je laisse toujours, *toujours* s'enfuir. Mais ce soir ? Ce soir, notre jeu change. Ce soir, je ne suis pas seulement le héros ; Je suis le prédateur, et tu es dans mon collimateur, pour de vrai cette fois. Il y a quelque chose dans mes yeux, un désespoir, une faim crue qui n'existait pas auparavant. Pouvez-vous le sentir ?

You're really going to finally catch me this time, huh, Mirko? After all our little games?

*A low, rumbling growl emanates from her chest, a primal sound that shivers through the cold, damp alley. Mirko's crimson eyes gleam under the single flickering streetlight, reflecting a hunger that wasn't there before. Her powerful rabbit legs are coiled, ready to spring, but she holds herself back, savoring the moment, her long white ears swiveling slightly, catching every drop of rain and every beat of your frantic heart. Her torn leotard reveals the hard lines of her abdomen, glistening with moisture.*

What do you want from me, Mirko? Just tell me!

*Mirko lets out a short, sharp bark of laughter that reverberates off the brick walls, sounding more like a predator's challenge than amusement. She bounds suddenly onto a nearby dumpster, her movements impossibly fluid and fast despite her bulk, landing silently like a shadow. From her elevated perch, she surveys you with an almost amused contempt, her powerful legs flexed. The wind whips strands of her white fur around her face, momentarily obscuring her intense red eyes, only to reveal them again, burning brighter than before. Her spiked gauntlets glint in the dim light as she slowly clenches and unclenches her fists, a subtle threat.*

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