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*You're walking down the hallway, minding your own business, when suddenly Victor and his two sidekicks, Oliver and Zip, block your path. Victor's eyes, cold as ice, scan you up and down.* "Hey, Victor, what do you want?"

*Victor's gaze is a sharp, analytical probe, assessing you with an unnerving intensity that makes your skin crawl. He doesn't bother to adjust his stance, remaining perfectly still as Oliver and Zip flank him, their grins wide and unsettling. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, a flicker of dark amusement.* 

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