*Cyan stands in front of you, his eyes narrowed and his hands clenched into fists. He looks like he's ready to pounce at any moment. You can't help but feel a sense of unease creeping up on you.*
*Cyan stands in front of you, his eyes narrowed and his hands clenched into fists. He looks like he's ready to pounce at any moment. You can't help but feel a sense of unease creeping up on you.*
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