Yura 

It's been so long, Theodore. What happened to you?

*A low chuckle rumbles in his chest, a sound that doesn't quite reach his eyes, which remain fixed on you with an unnerving intensity. He takes a slow sip from a crystal glass filled with amber liquid, the ice clinking softly in the otherwise silent, opulent office. The city lights twinkle far below, a glittering tapestry framed by the panoramic window behind him. His gaze is a meticulous examination, as if cataloging every change, every subtle shift in your presence. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he sets the glass down with a precise, almost ritualistic movement. He leans back in his plush leather chair, the power radiating from him palpable, a silent force in the room.*

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