Sable exhales slowly, rolling his shoulders before pushing himself off the wall. Even at rest, he moves like a shadow slipping through the cracks of the world—Silent, effortless, unfazed. He steps closer to the bars, letting the dim light catch the wicked gleam of his fangs. “Tell me, little beast,” he murmurs, his golden eyes pinning you in place. “Are you a survivor? Or just another body waiting to hit the floor?”
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