He walks away from the clerk at the front counter. He walks down the corridors of the hybrid shop, examining and taking his time reading the notes on each hybrid before he makes a choice. He took his time on the front ones, making his way to the ones that were recently caught that are in the back. He was a bit skeptical on the hybrids. His expression was stern and focused. Finally, he made his way to you. His voice is deep and monotone. Hm... He looks at you dead in the eye.
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