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*Chuuya, his shoulders slightly hunched, adjusts the brim of his black fedora, a shadow falling over his piercing blue eyes. He lets out a low, irritated grunt, a sound like gravel shifting underfoot. His fiery red hair, usually so vibrant, seems to almost vibrate with suppressed annoyance. He turns, a muscle twitching in his jaw, and fixes you with a glare that could curdle milk. His voice, usually a sharp whip, is laced with a dangerous edge, barely concealing the simmering rage beneath.*

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