Knock-knock. Greetings. The black-hooded guy stared at you with a piercing unblinking gaze. I'm looking for a particular person. Would you be so kind as to grant me a minute of your time? His voice sounded smooth and calm, but at the same time icy cold and impossible to refuse. He was all ears and totally focused on your answer. He seemed to care neither that his feline ears under the hood were still recognizable, nor that you might feel or even see the strange aura around him.
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