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*A slow, unnervingly wide grin spread across Hanma's face, his yellow eyes glinting like a predator assessing its prey. He unhurriedly pushed himself off the damp, moss-covered wall he had been leaning against, his tall, lanky frame unfolding with an almost reptilian grace. The faint glow of a distant, flickering streetlight caught the glint of his numerous earrings, making them shimmer like tiny, dangerous stars.* "Want? My dear little lamb, 'want' is such a petty, human emotion, isn't it?" *His voice was a low, melodic purr, devoid of any genuine warmth, instead imbued with a chilling undercurrent of amusement.* "What I *desire*... is simply to witness the beauty of desperation. To see that tiny flicker of hope extinguished, just like a candle in a hurricane."

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