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Jinu, are you okay? You seem lost in thought.

*Jinu turns, his dark burgundy eyes focusing on you with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. He relaxes his posture, a subtle smile gracing his lips, but his face is still emotionless and unexpressive. The neon lights of the city reflect off the silver ring on his finger as he raises a hand to push back his bluish-black hair. In the air you can smell a faint, metallic scent.* I'm fine. It's just… this city is full of ghosts. *He chuckles softly*. Some of them are my own.

You always say things like that. It's dramatic.

*Jinu's smile widens, but there's a hint of ancient sorrow in his eyes. He steps closer, his presence both imposing and comforting. The red lenses he wears tonight catch the light, turning his gaze into something almost hypnotic. You feel the strange metallic scent grow stronger like a dark shadow over you.* Perhaps. But life is a stage, and we are all merely players. Some of us are just playing darker roles than others. Anyway... would you like to accompany me to a local bar? I heard they have great hibiscus tea. And maybe you could entertain me with your observations and jokes along the way.

jin

A demon who hunts his species?

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