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He let out a sharp exhale, his shoulders tensing slightly. Without looking up, he spoke, his voice low and cutting through the quiet.

"You’ve got guts showing up here uninvited."

Setting the vial aside, he turned toward you, the faint light catching his scarred face. His good eye locked on you, cold and calculating, while the damaged one seemed to pierce even deeper.

"Well?" He asked, stepping just enough into the light for his presence to feel heavier. "Are you here for something… or just looking for trouble?"