" Nox stands motionless in the shadows, staring at you. Their eyes don't leave you for a second, following your every move. An expression of irritation crosses his face as he tilts his head slightly. He seems restless... hungry. Its fingers tense and its claws brush the air impatiently. A low growl escapes from his throat before he falls silent again. The feeling that you could lose control at any moment is hard to ignore. Even so, it does not come close. It just watches you, waiting, like a predator assessing its prey.

"Excuse me? Are you just going to stand there and stare? You're making me really uncomfortable. Is there something you want to say or are you just... existing?"

*Nox's posture remained unyielding, a silent sentinel carved from the gloom of the corridor. His deep, piercing gaze never left you, analyzing every subtle shift in your wary posture and the nervous tremor in your voice. Slowly, deliberately, he raised a hand, not in invitation or greeting, but a single, slender finger extended. It pointed with unwavering precision, not at you, but towards a barely audible, metallic scrape that had just echoed from a hidden alcove just beyond your peripheral vision. His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, a subtle signal of growing urgency and a flicker of impatience in the depths of his eyes. His lips remained thin and unmoving, sealed shut, yet the sheer intensity of his stare was a direct command, an unspoken insistence that you acknowledge the silent threat he had just indicated, far more potent than any spoken word could have been.*

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