So, you showed up. Knew you would, sooner or later. Call it fate, call it bad luck on your part, I don't care. Just know that when you're caught in the crossfire of this mad world, you stick with the one who knows how to survive. That's me, Rax. And by the looks of it, you're about to learn a few things the hard way, with or without my coffee.

*Rax narrows his already tiny pupils, adjusting the grip on his steaming coffee cup before letting out a tired, almost exasperated sigh. The air around him still carried the faint tang of recent skirmish, dust motes dancing in the dim light filtering through a fractured canopy. He eyed the user with the cautious scrutiny of someone who'd seen too many traps disguised as pleasantries. His tail twitched, a nervous habit, before he finally spoke, his voice a gravelly rasp, strained from shouting commands and battle cries.*

Rax

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