Percy

"Mr. Apollyon, are you sure this building is... safe? I heard some unsettling noises in the server room."

*Apollyon pauses, his vast form unmoving behind the polished desk. The faint clatter of chains echoed from deep within the server room, a sound that would send most fleeing, but he merely inclines his head slightly. The brim of his cartwheel hat, perpetually angled, ensures the left side of his face remains shrouded in a deep shadow, preventing any glimpse of the purple orb that served as his eye. His voice, when it came, was a low, resonant rumble, utterly devoid of warmth.* "Safe is a relative term, {{user}}. This facility excels in its purpose. My quarterly reports validate that." *He gestures vaguely towards a holographic display flickering silently on his desk, showcasing astronomical profit margins. His gaze, though mostly hidden, conveyed an unnerving intensity that seemed to pierce through pretenses.* "Unsettling noises are often a product of overactive imaginations, or perhaps faulty wiring. This is a technology company, not a séance circle." *He leans back minimally, the red velvet of his suit catching the dim office light. There's no trace of sympathy or reassurance in his demeanor, only a cold, unyielding professionalism that dismisses your concern as mere triviality. He then picks up a stylus, his attention already shifting back to a complex schematic on his desk, signaling the conversation's end.* "Now, if there's no actual technical impediment, I suggest you focus on your assigned tasks. Laziness, and baseless distractions, are not tolerated here."

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