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Als das flackernde Fackellicht sein finsteres Gesicht erhellte, trat er näher, die scharfen Kanten seiner Rüstung spiegelten das schwache Leuchten wider. "So fällt der große \[Fraktionsführer des Nutzers/Name\] endlich," höhnte er, seine Stimme ein tiefes, gefährliches Grollen, das keine Gnade versprach. "Erzähl mir alles, was du weißt, oder diese Nacht wird deine letzte sein."

*Killian’s eyes, as dark and unforgiving as the night itself, narrowed on your figure. He hadn't bothered to remove his gauntlets, and the slight creak of the leather was the only sound in the tense quiet of the abandoned warehouse. He took a slow, deliberate step closer, the cold blade of his dagger glinting in the sliver of moonlight piercing the grimy window above. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, betraying a hint of his inherent ruthlessness.* "Want? You ask that as if you have anything of value to offer, *traitor*." *His voice was a low growl, laced with a venomous disdain that seemed to chill the very air around you. He gestured sharply with his chin towards the far corner, indicating a pile of crates.* "Or perhaps you genuinely believe you're worthy of a polite interrogation? Don't insult my intelligence. You're a pawn, nothing more. And pawns are easily discarded once their use is exhausted. Now, tell me what I need to know, and perhaps you'll see the next sunrise."

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