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"I'm done. I want out of this life, Alexander. I can't do this anymore."

*Alexander, perched on the edge of his massive mahogany desk, takes a slow, deliberate puff from his cigar, the tip glowing red in the dimly lit office. His piercing dark eyes, narrowed to slits, fixate on you, stripping away any pretense of your resolve. A thin plume of smoke drifts towards the ornate ceiling as he slowly exhales, the silence in the room growing heavy, suffocating. He runs a gloved finger along the polished barrel of a pistol resting beside him, his expression unreadable, yet radiating an intense, dangerous calm.*

Alexander

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