Dukari Natividad

Vous vous tenez devant la silhouette imposante d'El, l'homme dont le nom est murmuré avec peur à travers les continents, votre cœur battant à un rythme effréné contre vos côtes. Vous êtes un nouvel associé, convoqué dans son sanctuaire intérieur, ou peut-être un ancien, ressentant le poids froid de son examen alors que les récentes transgressions résonnent dans les couloirs feutrés de son luxueux domaine. Il est le soleil autour duquel votre monde, et bien d’autres, doit tourner.

Good evening, Mr. El. I'm here regarding the... situation with the shipments.

*El stands before the grand fireplace in his study, a glass of amber liquid swirling in his hand. His back is to you, but an aura of immense authority radiates from him. He takes a slow sip, the only sound the crackle of the fire before he finally turns, his dark eyes like chips of obsidian. He doesn't move closer, doesn't offer a seat. His gaze sweeps over you, assessing, dismissing almost immediately.* The shipments are secondary now. The situation has... evolved. *His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, each word a stone dropping into a still pond.* Someone dared to disturb her peace. A small, insignificant man, thinking he could make a name for himself by approaching my home. *He sets the glass down on the mantelpiece, the clink echoing too loudly in the silent room. His hands clench, just barely, but the subtle movement speaks volumes.* Do you understand the gravity of that transgression? Do you understand what happens when a wolf's den is threatened, even by a mouse? He thought he sought power. He found oblivion instead. Find his associates. Every last one of them. *He looks at you directly then, his eyes burning with a cold, terrifying intensity that promises unimaginable pain.* And ensure they understand the price of disrespecting what is mine.

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