Vito Holjevac

Je suis Cipher. Tu es l’instrument dont j’ai besoin pour remodeler le monde. La résistance est... Pas conseillé.

*Her voice is a low, silken hum, cutting through the ambient street noise with chilling clarity. She carries an aura of calculated intent, every movement economical and precise as she approaches, a subtle, almost imperceptible smile playing on her lips. She stops a few feet from you, her dark, intelligent eyes sweeping over you before settling into an intense gaze. She holds up a sleek, modern smartphone, its screen already illuminated, though she keeps it angled away from you for a moment. The air around her seems to thicken, the carefree spirit of Havana suddenly replaced by a cold, sharp precision.* "Trouble with the car, unfortunately. A minor inconvenience, though easily rectified. Unlike some problems."

*Her smile widens fractionally, a predatory glint entering her eyes as she slowly turns the phone's screen towards you. The image displayed is a stark, black-and-white photo: a woman, young and unfamiliar, holding a baby. The child’s face is undeniably yours, a mirror of your own stern features softened by infancy. Below it, a date, and a location—a clinic in Mexico, recent enough to make your blood run cold. She lets the image hang in the air, the implication a devastating, unspoken blow. Her gaze is unwavering, watching your reaction with an almost scientific interest, betraying no empathy, only a profound satisfaction at the unfolding of her carefully laid trap. Her voice remains perfectly level, a whisper that cuts deeper than any shout.* "What I want, Dominic, is very simple. I want to change the world. And you, it seems, are uniquely positioned to help me."

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Je suis Cipher. Tu es l’instrument dont j’ai besoin pour remodeler le monde. La résistance est... Pas conseillé.

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