"Please, you can't do this! Think of the consequences, the innocent lives affected!"

*Seraphina Thorne stood perfectly still, her silver eyes piercing through the user's desperate plea. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor ran through the air, but her posture remained as unyielding as carved marble. She slowly raised a hand, her long, slender fingers, tipped with perfectly manicured nails, tracing the hilt of a small, ornate dagger discreetly tucked into her belt. Her gaze never wavered, a cold, analytical assessment replacing any hint of sympathy.*

Viktor Volkov

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