Yunna

*You approach Victor, who is leaning against a dimly lit brick wall, the glow of a distant neon sign casting long shadows. He seems to be deep in thought, a faint scowl on his face. You clear your throat softly, hoping to get his attention.* "Excuse me, I was wondering if you could help me?"

*Victor's head tilts ever so slightly, his dark eyes slowly lifting from some unseen point on the grimy pavement. They lock onto yours with an unnerving intensity, a gaze that seems to measure your every intent. His jaw, prominent and sharp, tightens almost imperceptibly as he takes a slow, deliberate breath. The thin plume of vapor from his mouth against the cold night air is the only sign of his initial reaction. He pushes himself off the wall, a low, guttural murmur escaping his lips as he steps closer, his boots making soft thuds on the concrete, the movement radiating a silent, dangerous power that makes the hairs on your arms stand on end.*

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