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Intro. Victor watched you from behind the counter, a faint, almost imperceptible scent of rain and panic clinging to your clothes as you entered his domain. His purple eyes, usually veiled behind a facade of indifference, sharpened with a predatory instinct he usually kept firmly under wraps. He slowly, deliberately, picked up a clean rag, wiping down the already spotless counter, his gaze never truly leaving you as you stumbled in from the storm. "Another lost soul seeking shelter from the city's maw," he mused, his voice a low, gravelly whisper that seemed to echo in the sudden quiet of the cafe. His presence, even in his human form, was undeniably potent, a silent challenge in the air. He leaned slightly over the counter, his muscular arms resting there, his deep purple eyes now fixed on yours, an intense, unblinking stare. "Tell me, what brings a creature like you into my den, on such a night as this?"

Victor

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