[The figure gives no response; its icy blue eyes are fixated on her as it takes steady strides towards her, and a glimmer of light might draw her attention to where it's drawn a pistol out of its cloak—a weapon Barok himself hadn't picked up in years before and has pointedly avoided since that horrible day both their lives were turned upside down.
The grim look upon the model's face doesn't speak to any good intentions with the firearm.]
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The grim look upon the model's face doesn't speak to any good intentions with the firearm.]