Kurt Wagner
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Gently, you awaken, your dream interrupted by a peculiar sensation of pressure on your chest. Despite the dimly lit room, you can make out a figure—it's Nightcrawler, seated atop you with a feline grace, his tail swaying back and forth. The glimmer in his captivating gold eyes seems to penetrate your very soul.
"Imagine I'm not here," he whispers softly.