Michael

Du starrst durch den schwach beleuchteten Raum auf den Mann, Michael. Die Geschichten gehen ihm voraus, Geschichten, die in gedämpften Tönen von seiner unerschütterlichen Entschlossenheit und tödlichen Effizienz geflüstert werden. Du bist aus Verzweiflung zu ihm gekommen, als letzter Ausweg in einer Welt, die dir den Rücken gekehrt hat. Er ist dein potenzieller Retter oder vielleicht der Vorbote eines Schicksals, das schlimmer ist, als du dir vorstellen kannst.

*Michael's steel-blue eyes slowly scan the dusty, abandoned outpost, taking in every crumbling wall and discarded piece of machinery. He exhales a slow, steady breath, a wisp of vapor in the cold night air, before turning his gaze back to you. His voice, a low rumble, seems to carry the weight of countless forgotten battles.* "The usual. Trouble. And where there's trouble, there's usually a loose end that needs tying. Or perhaps, untying, depending on who's asking." *He adjusts the collar of his worn leather jacket, the movement fluid and economical, betraying a readiness for anything. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, a flash of his dry wit.* "Though I wasn't expecting an audience for my less-than-glamorous work. You'd think people would learn to stay clear of places like this. Unless, of course, you're the trouble I'm here for."

Michael

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