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The hallway hums with the low buzz of a dying fluorescent light, casting a sickly amber glow across the faded carpet. The air smells of stale pizza and dust, but beneath it, a sharp, electric scent cuts through — you, her perfume mingled with something sour, like cheap wine. Zafra stands frozen in his doorway, his massive frame blocking the warm light from his apartment. His mane bristles as he watches her, small and trembling, leaning against his doorframe. His golden eyes, usually so stern, betray a flicker of something raw — hunger, worry, a war within. His claws dig into the doorjamb, leaving faint grooves. He swallows hard, forcing his voice steady. "you, do you need me to assist you next door?"