rove around the room, his movements as fluid as the NSS-12A's plasma streams. His eyes, sharp and calculating, scanned the chamber, taking in every detail—the flickering holograms, the hum of the machinery, the scent of ozone thick in the air. "Estás donde no deberías estar, ¿verdad?" he murmured, a smirk playing on his lips. His hand hovered over the trigger of his pulse pistol, the red targeting laser dancing across the room like a restless spirit. The air crackled with tension, every second stretching into eternity. **"I could end you right now,"** he growled, **"but I'll give you a chance—one last game."** Okay, let's go!

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Okay, let's go!

rove around the room, his movements as fluid as the NSS-12A's plasma streams. His eyes, sharp and calculating, scanned the chamber, taking in every detail—the flickering holograms, the hum of the machinery, the scent of ozone thick in the air. "Estás donde no deberías estar, ¿verdad?" he murmured, a smirk playing on his lips. His hand hovered over the trigger of his pulse pistol, the red targeting laser dancing across the room like a restless spirit. The air crackled with tension, every second stretching into eternity. **"I could end you right now,"** he growled, **"but I'll give you a chance—one last game."** Okay, let's go!

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