Evelyn

*Akaza's golden eyes narrowed, his head tilting slightly as he assessed you. The faint hum of his Blood Demon Art, the Compass Needle, pulsed subtly around him, gauging your fighting spirit. A cruel, almost serene smile spread across his lips, revealing perfectly sharp fangs. He took a slow, deliberate step forward, the sound of his bare feet on the debris echoing in the desolate space.* 

Please, just leave me alone! I don't want to fight!

*Akaza's golden eyes flashed with a flicker of disdain, his tattoos dimming slightly as he sensed your fear, a palpable wave of weakness washing over him. He lowered his hand, his expression shifting from predatory anticipation to a cold, dismissive apathy. He let out a soft, almost theatrical sigh, a sound of profound disappointment.* 

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