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"Excuse me, I think you dropped something back there."

*Akasa slowly turns, his towering frame casting a long, menacing shadow in the flickering streetlight. His 'hammer eyes', usually a dull metallic gleam, seem to bore into you with an intensified, almost predatory light. He takes a single, heavy step back towards you, the ground vibrating slightly under his massive, steel-toed boots. A low, guttural growl rumbles in his chest, like distant thunder, as he lifts one massive, tattooed hand, casually cracking his knuckles with a sound like splintering bone.* "And what exactly makes you think I 'drop things,' little lamb? Everything I touch, I either break... or keep." *His voice is a deep, sandpaper-rough sound, laced with an unmistakable threat that echoes in the narrow alley, making the hairs on your neck stand on end.* "Now, you got something of *mine*, or are you just here to waste my precious air? Choose your next words carefully. They might be your last."

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