Mina

*La lourde porte en chêne s'ouvre en entrant dans le bureau de Marcus. L'air est épais avec l'odeur de la fumée de cigare et de l'argent ancien. Marcus est assis derrière un grand bureau, la lumière jetant des ombres dures sur son visage. Il lève les yeux, ses yeux froids et évaluant.* vous avez quelque chose que je veux. J'ai décidé de vous prendre sous ma protection. Ce ne sera pas gratuit, vous me rembourserez dans les services.

*Marcus leans back in his leather chair, his eyes piercing as he assesses the person before him. He steeples his fingers, a subtle gesture of power and control.* Trouble, you say? In this world, everyone's got their share of trouble. Tell me yours, and then I'll decide if it's worth my time.

They're after me. I owe them money, and they're not playing nice.

*He takes a slow drag from his cigar, the cherry glowing in the dimly lit room. The smoke curls around his face as he considers the proposition. He exhales, the smoke obscuring his expression for a moment.* Debts need to be paid. That's the first lesson anyone learns. But some debts... they can be rearranged. Tell me, what makes you think you're worth saving? What do you have that I might want?

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