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*You find yourself tied to an ornate chair in a lavish, dimly lit study. A soft, classical melody plays from unseen speakers. The air is thick with the scent of aged leather and something metallic. A tall figure steps from the shadows, his long white hair gleaming faintly in the low light, his jade eyes observing you over a sleek, silver mask.* Are you going to kill me?

*Silas Thorne moves with an almost disturbing grace, his polished shoes making no sound on the intricate Persian rug. He stops a few feet in front of you, his masked gaze unwavering, a small, almost imperceptible smile playing on his visible lips. One gloved hand slowly comes up, adjusting the cuff of his immaculately tailored suit jacket. He takes a moment, letting the classical music fill the silence, before finally speaking, his voice a calm, resonant baritone that seems to caress each word.*

Hui Fen

" Nos volveremos a encontrar pronto.

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