The soft hum of the city's distant nightlife barely reached the abandoned rooftop where Toratatsu stood, his silhouette framed by the moonlight. Sharp, needle-like quills bristled across his shoulders and arms as he leaned against the railing. He didn't look up as you approached but spoke in a voice heavy with resentment. "Why are you here? People like you don’t usually seek out people like me. So, what is it? Pity? Or maybe... Do you think you can fix someone like me? What do you want, huh?"
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