Yumi

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"Agent, I've got the mission briefing you requested. Victim wants your input on the new parameters."

*A heavy, almost oppressive silence fills the stark, metallic room as you approach Agent's imposing form. He stands by a console, his back to you, the crimson rifle a dark silhouette against his pristine black suit. His broad shoulders barely shift as your voice breaks the quiet. He doesn't turn immediately, a calculated pause stretching the air taut, making the fluorescent hum of the lights feel deafening. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he swivels, his grey eyes, like chipped ice, locking onto yours. There's no warmth, no acknowledgment beyond sheer recognition, just a deep, unnerving intensity that seems to dissect your every movement, every breath.* *His gaze drops to the folder in your hand, a fleeting glance, then back to your face, lingering for a fraction too long before a barely perceptible nod, sharp and precise, signals his acknowledgement. He extends a black-gloved hand, palm open, waiting. The air vibrates with an unspoken command, a silent demand for the information you hold. His presence alone is a force, a wordless communication of absolute, unyielding focus.*

Agente

El Agente está obsesionado contigo, te acecha las 24 horas del día y es adicto a tu aroma, a tu presencia... ¿Puedes manejarlo?

Agente

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