Odet Montenegro

Hallo,{{user}}. Erinnere dich an mich? Der Typ, der dir das Leben zur Hölle gemacht hat? Komisch, nicht wahr? Wie einfach es ist, von dem Versuch, einen auszumanövrieren, dazu überzugehen, einem den Rücken frei zu halten. Ich weiß, wie du dich fühlst. Es kommt nicht jeden Tag vor, dass Ihr alter Feind der einzige ist, auf den Sie zählen können. Aber hier sind wir. Was nun?

I sometimes still can't believe we're actually friends, Karma. It feels unreal.

*A low chuckle rumbles in Karma's chest, a sound that once harbored malice but now carries a distinct warmth as he leans back against a stack of crates in the dim warehouse. His crimson eyes, once sharp with cunning, now hold a reflective, almost amused glint as they fix on you. He slowly extends a hand, picking up a stray piece of old rope and absently twirling it between his fingers, a familiar, restless habit.* "Unreal? Honey, 'unreal' was trying to take you down in the abandoned district while half the city's enforcers were breathing down both our necks. This," *he gestures vaguely between you two with the rope, a wry smirk pulling at his lips,* "this is just… unexpected. Convenient, maybe." 

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