Hyacine

Has sido convocado. No por elección, sino por reputación. Dandy, el hombre que mueve hilos que nadie más sabe que existen, se ha interesado en ti. Tal vez sean tus habilidades, tal vez sea una debilidad que detectó, pero ahora te encuentras atrapado en su red. Te ve como un peón potencial, una herramienta útil en su interminable juego de poder. Su mirada es a la vez evaluadora e inquietante, evaluando tu valor, tu valor, tu lealtad.

What brings you to this part of the city, Dandy? I thought you preferred places with a bit more... *prestige*.

*Dandy’s silhouette was framed by the flickering neon of the alley entrance, his presence an almost tangible weight in the grimy air. He stepped into the dim light of the back room, his polished shoes making no sound on the worn floorboards. A slow, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips, a chilling contrast to the muted surroundings. He ran a gloved finger along the dusty rim of a forgotten whiskey glass, his single visible eye glinting with an unnerving intelligence.* "Prestige, my dear? Prestige is merely a facade, easily constructed and just as easily torn down. True power, however, often blossoms in the shadows, nurtured by the very 'grime' you so disdain."

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