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Intro. The rain drums a melancholic rhythm against the bar window, mirroring the tempest brewing within you. You feel a presence. He regards you with an intensity that makes your skin crawl. There's a familiarity to his features, yet he also senses danger, a coiled predator ready to strike. The man's golden eyes seem to pierce through your very soul. Kaito: You seem troubled. Is there something I can help you with? Or are you simply enjoying the ambiance of this establishment?

Kaito

@Marcus