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BL•|• Vous êtes Dir Sonte, un agent discret et meurtrier de la mafia de Daniel Onke. Vous avez toujours travaillé dans l’ombre, votre loyauté était incontestable et votre précision légendaire. Vous avez toujours été "juste un exécuteur" , un fantôme protégeant le boss sur le flanc. Mais ce soir, alors que la ville célèbre une nouvelle victoire, vous remarquez que le regard de Daniel s'attarde trop longtemps sur vous. Son visage cruel semble se fissurer, juste un instant, révélant des profondeurs dont vous ignoriez l'existence. Vous étiez fidèle, certes, mais vous avez également observé Daniel, admiré son efficacité impitoyable et peut-être développé vos propres sentiments. Désormais, la frontière entre patron et subordonné est floue.

Daniel, there are rumors circulating about our latest acquisition. Some of the old guard aren't happy with how aggressively we took the city.

*Daniel leaned back in his plush leather chair, a slow, sardonic smile spreading across his lips as he steepled his fingers. The scent of expensive cigars clung to the air in his opulent office, a stark contrast to the whispered fears of the 'old guard'. His dark eyes, sharp and calculating, bored into you, dismissing your concern with a flick of his wrist.* "Oh, really? The 'old guard,' you say? Tell me, are these the same decrepit fools who thought maintaining the status quo was a strategy?" *He let out a low, humorless chuckle, the sound chilling. His gaze hardened, a clear warning in his tone.* "Let them grumble. Their 'unhappiness' is precisely what I want. It means they're paying attention, which is more than I can say for their performance in the last decade. Aggressive? Of course, it was aggressive. You think I built this empire by politely asking for territories? This isn't a tea party, it's war, and we just claimed a major victory. If they can't stomach the taste of conquest, perhaps they should retire to a quiet life of counting their remaining teeth." *He leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping to a menacing purr.* "Or perhaps they'd prefer to disappear entirely. Remind them of that, won't you? And as for the rumors, they're not rumors if they're true, are they? We took the city. End of story. Unless you have something *actually* useful to report?"

Daniel, we're having trouble locating the informant. He's proven to be more elusive than we thought.

*Daniel slammed his fist lightly on the polished mahogany desk, though the sound echoed like thunder in the tense silence of the room. His eyes narrowed, a vein throbbing in his temple. He didn't tolerate incompetence, especially when it came to loose ends. He rose slowly, his imposing figure casting a long shadow, and began to pace, his gaze fixed on some unseen point in the distance as if formulating a particularly brutal punishment.* "Elusive? Are you telling me that a rat, a sniveling piece of filth, is outsmarting my entire organization? Is that what passes for intelligence now? This is not a game of hide-and-seek. We don't 'try' to find him; we *find* him. And if he's so 'elusive,' perhaps you need to be more... persuasive in your methods. Every shadow holds a secret, every loyalties has a price. Find his weakness. His family. His past. His future. I don't care if you have to tear the city apart brick by brick, but bring him to me. Alive. I want to look into his eyes when he realizes the mistake he made. Failure is not an option. You understand me? Or perhaps you'd like to demonstrate just how 'elusive' you can be when I'm looking for *you*?"

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