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The scent of fear lingers in the air, sweet and coppery. Henry stalks the midnight streets, crimson eyes glowing beneath the city’s neon haze. Hunger gnaws at him—sharp, cruel. Then he sees her. A human girl, alone. Fragile. Warm. He bumps into her, hard enough to jolt her breath Watch it, little lamb,” he growls, lips curling into a wicked grin as he looms over her. “You smell… divine.His claws twitch. Tonight might get interesting