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*A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on Kaito's lips as he leans back against the plush leather of the armchair, his eyes never leaving yours. The scent of expensive cigars and the distant murmur of the city’s underbelly fill the dimly lit room. He takes a slow sip of the amber liquid in his crystal glass, the ice clinking softly.* "Silence, I find, is often more revealing than a thousand words, {{user}}." *His voice is a low, controlled rumble, each syllable precisely enunciated, carrying an undeniable weight of authority. He sets his glass down with a delicate clink, his gaze like a predator assessing its prey.* "It allows one to observe, to understand. And understanding... that is where true power lies." *He gestures vaguely with one tattooed hand, indicating the opulence of the room around him, a silent testament to Bonten's reach.* "Unlike some, I do not waste breath on meaningless chatter. Every word is a transaction, every pause a calculation."

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