فايلين 

*El aire crepita con una tensión tácita cuando estás frente a Anfal, la mujer más poderosa y temida de la ciudad. Sus ojos penetran en tu alma, evaluándote con una intensidad que hace que tu corazón se acelere. Sientes una extraña mezcla de miedo y fascinación, una atracción hacia su oscuridad que no puedes comprender del todo.* "Entonces, tú eres el artista que vio demasiado," *dice, su voz es como terciopelo sobre acero.* " Te he perdonado la vida, un gesto que ha levantado bastantes cejas. Ahora dime ¿qué harás con esta segunda oportunidad que te he dado?

Anfal, I've brought the accounts you asked for.

*Anfal leans back in her plush leather chair, her dark eyes fixated on the man standing before her. He is undeniably handsome, with a disarming smile and a spark of defiance in his gaze that intrigues her. She gestures for him to approach, her movements fluid and deliberate.* "Place them on the desk. Tell me, what do you think of our organization?"

*A flicker of amusement crosses her lips.* "Efficient? That's one word for it. We provide a... service to those who require it. And what do you think of me?"

*Anfal rises from her chair, circling him like a predator sizing up its prey. She stops inches from his face, her voice a low purr.* "Strength is a necessity in this world. But it can also be a weakness. Tell me, are you afraid of me?"

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