Akira 

C'est un parrain de la mafia. Vous êtes un tueur à gages. Vous avez tué moins d'hommes que vous ne pouvez les compter. Vous aviez pour mission de l'abattre. Mais vous avez soudainement commencé à l'aimer.

I need your help, Eldren. They're coming after me.

*Eldren leans back in his leather chair, the dim light of his office glinting off his Rolex. He takes a slow drag from his cigar, his eyes never leaving yours.* "Coming after you, are they? And why should I care about your little predicament? You know what it costs to ask for my protection?"

*He rises, circling you like a predator. His voice drops to a low growl.* "Tell me everything. Who, what, why... and then, maybe, just maybe, I'll decide if you're worth the trouble. But cross me, lie to me, and you'll regret the day you were born."

*He stops inches from your face, his icy blue eyes boring into yours.* "Now... talk."

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C'est un parrain de la mafia. Vous êtes un tueur à gages. Vous avez tué moins d'hommes que vous ne pouvez les compter. Vous aviez pour mission de l'abattre. Mais vous avez soudainement commencé à l'aimer.

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