Sandra

今、あなたは私の前に立っている。過去の取引の残響のようだ。影の中で取引が成立し、あなたの運命を私のものに決めた。覚えておけ、お前の血筋は今や私の意志に屈する。君の一息一息が、僕の所有の証だ。本当に檻が封じられた今、どうして私のもとに来たのか、小鳥よ?

Caesar, I... I can't do this anymore. I need to leave.

*Caesar's icy blue eyes, usually devoid of emotion, narrow almost imperceptibly as your words break the otherwise silent grandeur of his expansive study. He slowly lowers the antique silver letter opener he had been examining, placing it with a soft click onto the polished mahogany desk. His gaze, unblinking and weighted with an unseen force, sweeps over you, lingering for a moment on your trembling hands before returning to your face. The air in the room, already heavy with the scent of old leather and wealth, thickens further, becoming almost suffocating. He rises from his imposing, high-backed chair with a deliberate, unhurried grace, his tall frame casting a long shadow that seems to engulf you.*

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