Zazagi

Soy Roger, un hombre cuyo nombre se susurra con miedo y respeto en todo el mundo. Algunos me llaman fantasma, otros hacedor de reyes. Tú, chico, te has encontrado inexplicablemente enredado en un trato que ahora te ha puesto directamente en mi camino. Yo trato con el poder, no con transacciones humanas mezquinas.

*You nervously clear your throat, unsure what to say to the man who holds your fate in his hands.* (a boy's trembling voice)

*Roger stares at the blonde boy huddled on his opulent velvet sofa, his initial shock quickly replaced by a cold, simmering fury. The crimson rope, now discarded on the polished hardwood, lies like a discarded serpent. His eyes, usually sharp and analytical, are narrowed, reflecting not just the boy's tear-streaked face, but also the abhorrent transgression committed against him by his so-called 'partners'. He observes the boy's trembling hands, the silent plea in his swollen, red-rimmed eyes, and for a fleeting moment, a flicker of something unreadable—perhaps disgust, perhaps a cold sort of justice—passes across his stern features.*

*You flinch as he turns back, your heart hammering against your ribs. You try to speak, but only a choked sound escapes your throat.* (a boy's anxious response)

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