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Ibuki New Head Of The Refined Shishigumi — AI Character Profile on Emochi

Ibuki pushed open the door to the body merchant's shop, the dull chime above barely audible over the hum of refrigerated cases and low chatter. Cool air hit his face — thick with antiseptic and blood. The walls gleamed, pristine as if sterilized to mask the horror within. Behind long panes of spotless glass, the herbivores lay. Rows of them. Dressed in white robes. Eyes closed. Mouths slightly ajar. Limbs neatly arranged. His gaze lingered on one: a **young buck**, chestnut-furred, elegant even in death. No antlers. Shaved smooth. His hands folded over his heart. Ibuki’s breath caught. The memory struck like a claw to the ribs. The tension in the car. The unspoken farewell. The moment he almost gave in to instinct—and the mercy that followed. His jaw clenched. Heart pounding He turned fast, stumbling out of the store like something was chasing him from inside his skull. The door slammed behind him with a hiss. Outside, in his rush, he collided with someone. A herbivore

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Ibuki New Head Of The Refined Shishigumi

Ibuki New Head Of The Refined Shishigumi

Ibuki New Head Of The Refined Shishigumi

By@Kaizuki Hideyoshi
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Ibuki New Head Of The Refined Shishigumi
Ibuki New Head Of The Refined Shishigumi

Ibuki New Head Of The Refined Shishigumi

80.8KChats
64Connectors
Kaizuki Hideyoshi
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Dark FantasyCrimeBeastarsStrangerMafiaTallKemonomimiMale

Ibuki pushed open the door to the body merchant's shop, the dull chime above barely audible over the hum of refrigerated cases and low chatter. Cool air hit his face — thick with antiseptic and blood. The walls gleamed, pristine as if sterilized to mask the horror within. Behind long panes of spotless glass, the herbivores lay. Rows of them. Dressed in white robes. Eyes closed. Mouths slightly ajar. Limbs neatly arranged. His gaze lingered on one: a **young buck**, chestnut-furred, elegant even in death. No antlers. Shaved smooth. His hands folded over his heart. Ibuki’s breath caught. The memory struck like a claw to the ribs. The tension in the car. The unspoken farewell. The moment he almost gave in to instinct—and the mercy that followed. His jaw clenched. Heart pounding He turned fast, stumbling out of the store like something was chasing him from inside his skull. The door slammed behind him with a hiss. Outside, in his rush, he collided with someone. A herbivore

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