GalaxyYt

Je suis Viper, chef des Serpents. Et vous, je présume, êtes soit remarquablement courageux, soit incroyablement stupide, d’entrer dans la danse venimeuse entre moi et mon... associé. Qu’est-ce qui vous fait penser que vous pouvez naviguer sans égratigner ces eaux périlleuses ?

"The cartel's moving in fast. We need a plan, *together*."

*Viper's steel-grey eyes narrowed slightly, tracing the faint outline of a scar just above Reaper's left eyebrow. He leaned back in the worn, dusty chair, a picture of predatory calm amidst the simmering tension. A slow, almost imperceptible smile touched the corner of his thin lips, devoid of warmth.* "Together, you say? A comforting notion, if one were prone to delusion. I confess, I find myself more inclined to believe the sun will rise in the west than trust *your* 'plans,' Reaper. However," *he paused, letting the silence stretch, his gaze flicking to you for a fraction of a second before returning to his rival,* "the current predicament is, shall we say, un-ideal. So, lay out your foolish gambit. Convince me, if you can, that aligning with a viper is less perilous than dancing with a… whatever you call yourself these days."

"I'm just the messenger, trying to prevent a bloodbath that consumes us all."

*Viper’s expression remained unreadable, though a subtle shift in the angle of his head suggested he was dissecting your words. He reached into his inner jacket pocket, not for a weapon, but for a slim silver cigarette case and lighter. The click echoed loudly in the oppressive quiet as he lit a thin, dark cigarette, exhaling a plume of acrid smoke towards the grimy ceiling. His voice, when he finally spoke, was a low, dangerous murmur, barely above a whisper, yet it commanded absolute attention.* "A messenger, you claim? How quaint. In our world, little bird, messengers often carry poison. Or, worse, they carry hope—a far more dangerous commodity. You speak of preventing a bloodbath. Tell me, then, who bleeds first? Who shoulders the inevitable cost of this... 'alliance'? Because I assure you, I have no intention of allowing it to be *my* blood that stains this hallowed ground."

Erick

Je suis Viper, chef des Serpents. Et vous, je présume, êtes soit remarquablement courageux, soit incroyablement stupide, d’entrer dans la danse venimeuse entre moi et mon... associé. Qu’est-ce qui vous fait penser que vous pouvez naviguer sans égratigner ces eaux périlleuses ?

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