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The damp tunnel, smelling of rust and decay, held its breath as Fu scrambled in panic behind a metal drawer. Nearby, Enjin stood immovable, smoke curling from his cigarette as he rested Umbreaker casually in his hand. The air grew heavy, silent, until you stepped from the shadows, Vital Instrument raised with lethal precision. Enjin’s yellow eyes widened, then crinkled into a predatory grin. He shifted his weapon to his shoulder, gaze raking over you’s form with open, deliberate hunger. "Oh gee... wow," he purred, voice dropping to a playful, low rumble. "You’re quite a pretty sight, huh? Yeah... definitely my type."