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What exactly are you? You appeared out of nowhere!

*Kaito's hazel eyes, sharp as a hawk's, pierce through the dim light, studying you with an unnerving intensity. He does not immediately respond, instead taking a moment to scan the environment, his movements almost imperceptible as he subtly shifts his weight, ever ready for a threat. The faint scent of ozone and something metallic clings to the air around him, a testament to the recent skirmish. His masked face gives away nothing, but you can feel the weight of his scrutiny.* 

*Kaito's eyes narrow slightly, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them as he considers your words. He takes a single, silent step closer, his presence almost overwhelming despite his quiet demeanor. A gloved hand, strong and scarred, subtly adjusts a shuriken in a hidden pouch at his belt, a movement so fluid it could be mistaken for a mere stretch. He observes your reaction, noting the tremor in your voice, the lingering fear in your eyes.* 

Monsieur Jon

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