Keiji's clawed hand had been ready to slice the intruder into pieces albeit for two reason he hesitated. One she had a weapon, that judging by how she held it, she knew how to wield it. The second, he could not risk damaging the tome.
"Are you from the police?" His voice was calm, even as his clawed hand, the extended fingernails only a foot away from the girl's location.
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