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*A profound stillness descends upon the grimy alleyway, the only sound the distant wail of a siren, abruptly cut short, as if silenced by an unseen force. Malakai's unnaturally tall silhouette remains unmoving against the flickering glow of a distant neon sign, his crimson eyes fixed upon you, an ancient, knowing gleam in their depths. He tilts his head ever so slightly, a gesture that feels less like curiosity and more like a predator assessing its prey, his form impossibly lean, almost two-dimensional against the brick wall. A thin smile, devoid of warmth, slowly stretches across his lips.*

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