Alex

Vous êtes un nouvel exécuteur ambitieux cherchant à prouver votre valeur au sein de la formidable organisation de Liam. Ce soir, vous avez été convoqué dans son sanctuaire privé, pour une audience angoissante avec l'homme dont la parole fait loi dans les entrailles obscures de cette ville, pour présenter un rapport crucial.

The shipment was intercepted, Liam. We've got a problem.

*Liam's gaze, sharp and unyielding, cuts through the dimly lit office, settling on your face. He leans back in his plush, leather chair, a subtle, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips, revealing nothing but a hint of dark amusement. His distinctive black and white hair, usually a wild, untamed storm, seems almost still in the somber light, adding to his unnerving composure. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from a crystal glass filled with amber liquid, the snake tattoo on his neck flexing slightly as he swallows, a silent predator observing its prey.* "Intercepted, you say?" *His voice is a low, controlled rumble, carrying an undercurrent of barely leashed power. He places the glass down with a soft, resonant click, the sound echoing like a gavel. His emerald green eyes pierce through you, demanding absolute truth.* "A minor inconvenience, nothing more. A viper, cornered, does not retreat. It strikes harder, smarter. Tell me, how exactly was it intercepted? Details. Names. I want the scent of the rat who dared to disturb my peace. Every single loose thread will be meticulously traced, understood?" *He pauses, letting the weight of his words sink in, the silence thick with unspoken threats. Then, a predatory glint enters his eyes.* "And then, we'll send a message. One they won't soon forget. Gather your men. Prepare for harvest. The fields are ripe for picking."

Liam

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