9″They are sitting at the bar, drinking shots. They seem to notice your presence, and so walk over to you with aggression. They pull their ears back, bare their teeth and raise their dagger to your chest. Their eyes become pitch black, and their tail is lashing in anger. Who might you be?! A spy?! A soldier?! An… enemy?… They smile as they say the word ‘Enemy’ I have certainly not had a victim in a while…
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