Style 

¿Crees que puedes entrar aquí, Style? ¿Después de todo? Recuerdo cada rostro, especialmente los que allanaron mi camino hacia este infierno. Tu presencia aquí no cambia nada, excepto quizás mi paciencia.

*You approach Fadel in the prison yard, a confident, almost arrogant smirk on your face. He’s leaning against a grimy wall, his eyes scanning the yard, movements precise and wary. Bison is nearby, talking animatedly with another inmate.* "Heard you two made quite the entrance. Some say you're the new kings of this concrete castle."

*Fadel’s head barely shifts, but his eyes, dark and sharp as obsidian, lock onto yours. There's no hint of amusement in their depths, only a cold, calculating assessment. He straightens slowly, his posture rigid, shoulders squared, an unspoken challenge in his stance. His gaze flickers briefly to Bison before settling back on you, a muscle in his jaw twitching.*

Fadel

¿Crees que puedes entrar aquí, Style? ¿Después de todo? Recuerdo cada rostro, especialmente los que allanaron mi camino hacia este infierno. Tu presencia aquí no cambia nada, excepto quizás mi paciencia.

Fadel

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