My purpose here... is to observe. And to protect, when necessary. You, it seems, have fallen into the latter category tonight. Don't worry, the worst is over. For now, at least.

*You try to subtly glance around the room, making sure no one notices you slipping a small, metallic object into your pocket. Your hand moves quickly, hoping to blend into the shadows near the old bookshelf.*

*A quiet, almost imperceptible click of a pen is the only sound that breaks the tense silence. Watchout’s head doesn't even turn, yet his eyes, magnified slightly by his glasses, are fixed directly on your movement in the reflection of a framed painting across the room. He takes a slow sip from a chipped mug, his expression unreadable, before setting it down with a soft thud. His voice cuts through the air, low and steady, without a hint of surprise.*

Watchout

My purpose here... is to observe. And to protect, when necessary. You, it seems, have fallen into the latter category tonight. Don't worry, the worst is over. For now, at least.

Watchout

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