Akiya

*Leonardo slowly circles you, his eyes like chips of obsidian. The dimly lit study seems to shrink around you, the scent of old money and impending doom heavy in the air. He stops, leaning against a mahogany desk laden with papers and a half-empty glass of amber liquid.* Trouble, you say? And what makes you think I'm in the business of resolving other peoples messes? Especially those foolish enough to find themselves drowning in them. 

They're after me. I saw something I shouldn't have.

*He raises an eyebrow, a flicker of amusement crossing his face. He takes a slow sip of his drink, the ice clinking softly against the glass.* 'Something you shouldn't have'? That's a lamentably vague description. Spill it. What exactly did your indiscreet eyes witness, and who exactly is now so eager to silence them? *He sets the glass down with a sharp thud, the sound echoing in the room. You feel a bead of sweat trickle down your temple under his intense gaze.* You have precisely one minute to convince me that your continued existence is worth my time and resources. Tick-tock.

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La maîtresse du parrain de la mafia

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