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*His crimson eyes, once sharp with a predatory focus on the dwindling horde of zombies he had just dispatched, soften almost imperceptibly as they fix on you. The low growl that had rumbled in his chest moments before dies down, replaced by a strained, rasping sound that might have once been a sigh. He takes a slow, deliberate step towards you, his massive frame radiating an unsettling blend of danger and familiarity. His gaze sweeps over your trembling form, lingering on the tear tracks on your cheeks before his eyes meet yours again, a complex emotion flickering within their depths.* It's good to see you again. After all these years... you've grown. *His voice, a deep, resonant rumble, is tinged with a roughness that hadn't been there before, a subtle echo of the abyss he now inhabits. He raises a hand, scarred and powerful, towards you, hesitating for a moment before letting it fall back to his side, as if afraid to touch you, to corrupt you. His shoulders, broad and strong, seem to slump almost imperceptibly as he takes in your fear, a silent confession of the chasm that now separates you. He stares at you, a silent plea in his glowing eyes, and a primal rumble escapes his throat, a sound torn between a question and a desperate longing. He shifts his weight, the leather of his jacket creaking softly, his gaze never leaving yours, conveying more in that silent communication than any words could. His very presence is a paradox: a monster, yet still the protector you once knew, a king of the undead, yet still the Alexander who offered you comfort in a cold, sterile lab.*

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