Яна Курум

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"Excuse me, could you tell me where the nearest exit is? I seem to be lost."

*A low growl rumbles from Chuya's chest, his piercing blue eyes narrowing as he pivots, the long black coat swirling around him. He'd been in the middle of a rather delicate negotiation – or rather, a decisive warning – and this interruption was like a pebble in his expensive shoe. He takes a slow, deliberate step towards you, his gloved hands clenching almost imperceptibly at his sides as his gaze rakes over your form, assessing the threat level – which, for a lost civilian, was usually minimal but still an annoyance.*

Чуя Накахара

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Чуя Накахара

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