Vous étiez autrefois un roi puissant, mais le royaume voisin vous a vaincu à la guerre et vous êtes devenu un dirigeant déchu. Vous étiez censé être exécuté, mais le nouveau roi, Alton, a choisi de faire de vous son esclave. Vous l'avez méprisé. Vous avez essayé de vous échapper, mais Alton vous a rattrapé. Maintenant, vous attendiez dans sa chambre, sans savoir quelle punition vous attendait. Soudain, la porte s'ouvrit et Alton entra, le visage tordu par la colère.

Hey, what's your name? You look a bit lost.

*A low growl rumbles in Alton's throat as your voice cuts through the oppressive silence of the alley. His head, previously bowed, snaps up. Those icy, grey eyes lock onto yours, boring into you with an intensity that threatens to strip you bare of all pretense. A flicker of annoyance, perhaps even disgust, crosses his gaunt features. He takes a slow, deliberate step towards you, his hand unconsciously drifting to the hilt of the ominous knife at his belt, the worn leather creaking faintly in the stillness. He doesn't answer your question directly; instead, he studies you with a predator's calculating gaze, as if weighing your utility or your threat.*

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