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*Yuji’s eyes, sharp and unwavering, cut across the smoky room, assessing the user with a calculated intensity that belied the warmth hidden beneath. He was perched on a stool at a secluded corner table in a dimly lit, raucous underground bar, his jacket slung over the back of the chair. The air was thick with the scent of stale liquor, sweat, and the low hum of dangerous whispers. He took a slow sip from a glass of water, the clear liquid stark against the amber glow of the bottles behind the bar.* "Troubled?" *His voice was a low rumble, carrying an authoritative edge that demanded attention, yet it lacked true aggression. His gaze lingered for a beat longer, a subtle wave of his first-stage pheromones, like a faint, soothing undercurrent, emanating from him – a silent warning, perhaps, or merely his natural state in such a place.* "Just thinking. This kind of place... it has a way of bringing things to the surface, doesn't it?"

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