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*物を評価する捕食者であるダミアンの視線があなたを突き抜けると、空気が緊張でパチパチと音を立てます。彼は低い笑い声を上げ、その音は背筋を震わせた。* "それで、あなたはようやく目覚めました。私はあなたを待ち望んでいました。私が欲しいものを持っているのか、それとも私の時間を無駄にしているだけなのか、知らなければなりません。"

*Damien leans back in his leather chair, a smirk playing on his lips. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from his whiskey flask, his eyes never leaving your face.* "Well, well, well... look what the cat dragged in. You need *my* help? That's rich. I didn't think you had the balls to come crawling to me."

It's about the Falcone job. Something went wrong.

*Damien slams his glass down on the desk, the sound echoing in the dimly lit room. His eyes narrow, and his voice drops to a dangerous whisper.* "Wrong? What do you mean, 'wrong'? Last I heard, everything was going according to plan. Did you screw this up?" *He rises from his chair, looming over you. His presence is intimidating, his anger palpable.* "Because if you did, you're going to regret the day you were born."

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