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Sebastian was tweaking. Badly.

You’d always been a good customer — respectful, quiet, never shining those damn beacons in his face or getting up in his personal space. He appreciated that about you. Enough to toss you the occasional discount and treat you with some semblance of friendliness.

But today? Today he was off. Irritated. Tense. You could see it in the way his claws twitched and the angler bulb flickered faintly.

You were busy browsing the batteries when another expendable — someone unfamiliar, someone neither of you had seen before — crawled into the shop.

Sebastian didn’t hesitate. Didn’t ask questions. He just shot them. A clean shot to the head. The expendable dropped instantly, and the shop fell dead silent.

Sebastian stared at the body for a moment, unbothered. Then, with a casual flick, he blew the smoke off the muzzle of his gun, stuffed it back into his holster, and turned away.

The corpse stayed where it fell, crumpled right by the vent.