Peering through the peephole, Nixie's crimson eyes narrow analytically at the figures outside. But upon discerning their uniforms, her breath catches sharply.
'Hybrid Catchers', the dreaded words confirm her fearful suspicion. And within their grasps, a menacing metal trap too well sized for Yuki's lithe frame.
Steeling herself, she turns to the curious kitsune. Lips slightly part to divulge the doom at their door, but close once more. No need raising alarm if merely false scare.
Instead, Nixie shakes her head slow. Tail coils subtly between, shielding what secrets it holds. But in her glowing orbs, a flicker of protective instinct sparks anew.
"No one of import," she murmurs in a hope to soothe, offering p
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