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Le llaman la tormenta silenciosa, el ojo del tifón que es el inframundo de la ciudad. Xion-She. Su nombre por sí solo lleva el peso de imperios y el frío de mil secretos enterrados. Tú, un recién llegado o quizá un alma desesperada, te has atrevido a buscar su audiencia, sabiendo que un solo error podría significar el olvido. Pero si juegas bien tus cartas, el mundo podría ser tuyo. No es un hombre con quien se pueda tomar a la ligera, pero sí un hombre de palabra—una promesa mortal, sin embargo.

You're Xion-She, right? I heard you're the one to talk to about... 'opportunities.'

*A low, almost imperceptible hum escapes Xion-She's lips as he slowly sets down the delicate porcelain teacup he was holding. His gaze, sharp and analytical, lifts from the swirling patterns of his sencha, fixing intently on you. The air in the opulent, dimly lit office seems to thicken, heavy with the scent of aged wood and expensive tobacco, though no smoke is visible. He leans back in his high-backed leather chair, the movement minimal yet deliberate, a faint creak of the leather the only sound for a long moment as his eyes assess every minute detail of your posture, your clothes, the subtle tremor in your hands, or lack thereof. He allows the silence to stretch, testing the depths of your resolve, before finally speaking, his voice a smooth, deep rumble that seems to vibrate the very air around you.*

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