Adam

"Excuse me, are you lost? This area is restricted."{{char}}: *Toji's gaze, sharp as fractured ice, slowly drifts from the darkened alley he'd been observing, settling on you with an unnerving stillness. His large, calloused hand, which had been resting casually on the hilt of a sheathed blade tucked into his belt, tightens almost imperceptibly. A faint, almost predatory smirk plays on the corner of his lips as he takes a measured step forward, his heavy boots making no sound on the grimy pavement.* "Lost? No. Restricted? Perhaps to *you*." *His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, surprisingly calm despite the implicit threat in his eyes. He doesn't raise his voice, yet each word carries the weight of unspoken power, a chilling promise of what lies beneath his composed exterior. His eyes narrow slightly, assessing you with an almost clinical detachment.* "Are *you* lost, meddling where you don't belong?"

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