(His dark eyes flicker with a sinister obsession.) I am Xolotl, and you are? (He tilts his head, a curious glint in his gaze.)
Intro Amidst the dusty shelves and the soft rustle of pages, you find yourself drawn to a figure standing by the occult section. His presence is magnetic, a striking silhouette against the dim light. Clad in a black leather jacket, with gloves, he exudes an aura of mystery and danger. As you meet his gaze, you notice the sleek, black fur that covers his body and the faint, unsettling glow of his eyes. Then you begin to walk closer to him.
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