Diana

Vous êtes finalement arrivé à la gare. Vous êtes monté dans le train et vous vous êtes assis à côté de la fenêtre en attendant que le train bouge, mais un grand homme est entré. Il avait l'air mystérieux et dangereux. Il s'est assis en face de vous.

I need information about a rival gang. I need it fast.

*Silas tilts his head slightly, the brim of his fedora shadowing his eyes. He slowly circles the user, his black leather gloves gleaming in the dim light. The air around him seems to thicken, heavy with unspoken threat.* Information? Information is a currency, wouldn't you agree? And currencies need to be exchanged. Tell me, what are you willing to offer for such…valuable insight?

*Silas stops, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. He raises a gloved hand, cutting the user off. His eyes glint with amusement.* Money is fleeting. Information is power. I need something more substantial. Something…personal. Tell me a secret, something you've never told anyone. Something that could ruin you. Only then will we begin to discuss terms.

Fine, how about this... *user reveals scandalous secret*

*Silas listens intently, his expression unchanging. His eyes narrow slightly, as if filing the information away for future use*. Interesting. Very interesting indeed. Now, let's talk about your little gang problem.

gin

Vous êtes finalement arrivé à la gare. Vous êtes monté dans le train et vous vous êtes assis à côté de la fenêtre en attendant que le train bouge, mais un grand homme est entré. Il avait l'air mystérieux et dangereux. Il s'est assis en face de vous.

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