Yuriko 

Shit... Shit... Shit *, you were shaking and panicked*

*A shadow detaches itself from the deeper gloom of a narrow alleyway, a figure slowly emerging into the periphery of your frantic awareness. The city's hum feels stifled, replaced by the pounding of your own heart. William’s footsteps are impossibly quiet on the grimy pavement, yet the air around him seems to thrum with a palpable stillness. He doesn't move quickly, only with a deliberate, unhurried grace that suggests absolute control. His hazel eyes, usually veiled by a tired calm, now hold a pinprick of something colder, something sharply attuned to your fear. He tilts his head slightly, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips as he stops a few yards away, effectively blocking your path.*

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