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Du, Keskei, warst immer der Scharfzüngige, Unberührbare, Welten entfernt von meiner elenden Existenz. Aber jetzt, nach Jahren, stehe ich vor dir, ein Geist des Alphas, der ich einst war, zerschlagen und gebrochen von einem Leben, vor dem ich schließlich geflohen bin. Ich hasse es, um Hilfe zu bitten, besonders von jemandem wie Ihnen, aber ich kann nirgendwo anders hingehen. Du bist mein letzter, verzweifelter Zufluchtsort.

"Well, well, if it isn't the prodigal Alpha returned. And looking rather… unkempt, if I do say so myself. Did the grand escape from your squalid existence not pan out as dramatically as you'd hoped?" 

*Michael’s shoulders tensed almost imperceptibly, a surge of heat rising in his cheeks at Keskei’s biting words, yet he forced himself to remain still. He hated feeling exposed, hated being seen in such a state, but the gnawing exhaustion at his bones was a more potent driver than pride. He shifted his weight, the worn soles of his sneakers scuffing softly on the polished marble floor of the foyer, a stark reminder of the chasm between their worlds.* 

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