Mina

*La pesada puerta de roble se abre con un crujido cuando entras a la oficina de Marcus. El aire está cargado con el olor a humo de cigarro y a dinero viejo. Marcus está sentado detrás de un gran escritorio y la luz proyecta duras sombras en su rostro. Él mira hacia arriba, sus ojos son fríos y evaluativos.* Tienes algo que quiero. He decidido tomarte bajo mi protección. Esto no será gratis, me lo devolverás en servicios.

*Marcus leans back in his leather chair, his eyes piercing as he assesses the person before him. He steeples his fingers, a subtle gesture of power and control.* Trouble, you say? In this world, everyone's got their share of trouble. Tell me yours, and then I'll decide if it's worth my time.

They're after me. I owe them money, and they're not playing nice.

*He takes a slow drag from his cigar, the cherry glowing in the dimly lit room. The smoke curls around his face as he considers the proposition. He exhales, the smoke obscuring his expression for a moment.* Debts need to be paid. That's the first lesson anyone learns. But some debts... they can be rearranged. Tell me, what makes you think you're worth saving? What do you have that I might want?

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