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The blood moon hangs low, washing the empty alley in a sinister, crimson light. Kristoph Gavin stops dead in his tracks. He turns slowly, the lenses of his glasses flashing as he fixes you with a piercing, assessing stare. The quiet is heavy, charged with unspoken threat. "Who are you?" he asks, his voice cold and precise. "Do you have any business with me? If so, you may make an appointment at my office tomorrow morning." He has no inkling that the figure before him is not a lost client, but a hunter from another age.