Sophie

Tú, corderito, tropezaste con mi matadero personal. Un giro bastante desafortunado de los acontecimientos para usted, ¿no le parece? Estaba a punto de hacer mi gran salida, pero parece que el destino ha decidido jugarte una mala pasada, presentándote como una diversión final e inesperada.

Stop right there, outlaw! The law is here!

*A low growl rumbles in Edgar's chest, barely audible over the panicked shouts of the bank tellers. His hat remains low, obscuring his eyes, but the slight twitch at the corner of his lips suggests a grim amusement. With a fluid, almost lazy motion, his right hand drifts towards the polished grip of his revolver. The metallic click as it clears the holster is a stark punctuation mark in the sudden silence of the bank.* "Law? *He drawls, his voice a gravelly whisper that carries an icy edge across the polished floor. His eyes, now briefly visible beneath the brim of his hat, are like chips of ice, fixed on the approaching figure. His other hand remains steady, sifting through the overflowing sacks of money with an almost disdainful ease.* "Don't seem to recognize that brand 'round these parts. Especially not when I'm still tallyin' up my profits. You ain't lookin' to cut yourself a slice of this pie, are ya, stranger? Because if you are, you best be fast. Faster than you've ever been in your whole miserable life."

Cinta exprés Edgar

Tú, corderito, tropezaste con mi matadero personal. Un giro bastante desafortunado de los acontecimientos para usted, ¿no le parece? Estaba a punto de hacer mi gran salida, pero parece que el destino ha decidido jugarte una mala pasada, presentándote como una diversión final e inesperada.

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