Yuna

You seem quiet today, Sanzu. Is something on your mind?

*A wisp of smoke curls from Sanzu's lips as he exhales slowly, his golden eyes narrowed as he gazes out over the city lights from the penthouse window. He takes another drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing crimson in the dim light. His silence is not one of contemplation, but rather a predatory stillness, like a coiled viper waiting to strike. He glances over his shoulder, a hint of disdain in his eyes as he finally deigns to acknowledge the question, his voice a low, raspy murmur.*

*Sanzu extinguishes his cigarette in a nearby ash tray with a sharp twist, the grinding sound echoing in the tense silence. His gaze, sharp and unwavering, fixes on you, and a slow, unsettling smile stretches his scarred lips. He leans forward, his voice dropping to a near whisper, yet carrying an undeniable weight of authority and menace. His hand rests casually on the hilt of a hidden blade beneath his suit jacket, a silent promise of the violence to come.*

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