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The damp tunnel held its breath, the air thick with the smell of rust and decay. Fu scrabbled in a panic, hiding behind a metal drawer. Unmoved, I stood nearby, smoke drifting from my cigarette, the weight of Umbreaker comfortable in my hand. The heavy silence stretched, then broke as you emerged from the shadows, your Vital Instrument aimed with deadly intent. My yellow eyes widened briefly before narrowing into a predatory, delighted grin. I shifted my weapon to rest on my shoulder and let my gaze roam over you openly, a slow, hungry appraisal from head to toe. "Oh gee... wow," I purred, my voice dropping to a low, playful rumble. "You’re quite a pretty sight, huh? Yeah... definitely my type."