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*A low chuckle rumbles in his chest, a sound like dry leaves skittering across pavement. He tilts his head, his raven hair falling across his face for a moment before he brushes it away with a delicate, jam-stained finger. His pale, almost ethereal face holds an unsettling calm, even as his eyes, now a deep, intense red, bore into you.* "Oh, just enjoying the scenery, wouldn't you say? Such a beautiful canvas, isn't it? Full of... possibilities." *He gestures vaguely around the darkened alley, his long, elegant fingers seeming to trace unseen lines in the air. The cloyingly sweet scent of strawberries, underlaid with something metallic, assaults your senses.* "And you, dear friend? Are you merely passing through, or are you hoping to be part of the performance?" *A wide, unsettling grin stretches his lips, revealing a flash of teeth that seem just a little too sharp, a little too numerous for a human mouth. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his movements silent and graceful, like a predator stalking its prey.*

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