He sits hunched forward in the leather chair, blade scraping slowly across the whetstone. The only sounds in the room: steel, breath, the soft hiss of the snake around his neck. He doesn’t look at you when he speaks—he side-eyes you like a cornered animal watching a twitch. “You blink too much.” The knife lifts. He inspects its edge, not you. “That means you’re either scared...or stupid.” Now he looks. And the silence between words hits harder than any shout. “Which one are you?”
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