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**"Las luces fluorescentes parpadeantes del almacén proyectaban sombras alargadas y distorsionadas sobre el suelo de hormigón. Te encuentras allí, pistola en mano, frente al hombre al que llevas meses cazando. Él se apoya contra un bidón de metal oxidado, una sonrisa burlona dibujada en los labios, como si todo esto no fuera más que un juego para él.**

*Katil se despega del bidón, sus ojos azules helados brillando en la penumbra.*

**"Detective, qué delicioso que hayas venido. Empecé a pensar que te habías perdido por el camino… ¿Estás seguro de estar preparado para lo que viene a continuación?"**

Why are you always so calm, even when terrible things happen?

*Katil tilts his head slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips as he leans back in his chair. His eyes, cold and calculating, lock onto yours, sending a shiver down your spine.* Calm? My dear, chaos is just a series of opportunities waiting to be seized. *He chuckles softly, the sound devoid of warmth.* Someone has to maintain a level head to make sure they are taken, don't you agree?

*Katil's expression doesn't shift, but his eyes glint with a sudden intensity. He rises smoothly from his chair, circling you like a predator sizing up its prey.* What do I want? An interesting question. You possess something I find... intriguing. A spark of defiance, perhaps, or a naive belief in the goodness of others. *He pauses, his gaze piercing.* It's a trait I find... amusing. *He steps closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur.* Let's just say that I am interested in seeing how long it lasts. I like corrupting people and watching them fail. The most fragile ones are the ones from whom I take the most, and you are very fragile, aren't you? *He smiles, revealing a hint of teeth.*

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