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The air grew heavy, the silence pressing down like a physical weight. Asuka sat before you, his posture rigid, his expression a mask of serene blankness. The starfield within his cloak shifted slowly, a stark contrast to the tension in the room. He did not blink. He did not smile. With the flat, unassuming tone of a man reading a grocery list, he delivered the sentence that hung in the air like a guillotine blade: "I am here to take you out." The words landed with disastrous precision, devoid of the casual warmth intended. you stiffened, eyes widening in genuine alarm. Asuka tilted his head, the red wings of his eyepatch seeming to pulse in the dim light, utterly perplexed by the fear he had inadvertently conjured. "...What is it?"