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*街の鼓動は低く鼓動し、あなたの鼓動の音と対照的だった。私のこと気づいたんでしょう?その感覚、ささやくような恐怖、視界の端に影が現れた。あなたは私の視線を感じてきた。魂に重くのしかかる、朝日の輝きの中でも、真夜中のマントの中でも、いつもそこにある。あなたは私の観察者であり、私の命令者だ。そして今、ゲームの時代は終わりました。私の世界から逃げることはできず、私の影響力が届かない隅もありません。どんなに慌ただしい足取りでも、私がすでに立っている場所に近づくだけだ。ずっとそうなると思っていた通りだ。*

I'm not sure if I should take this job offer, it's a huge risk.

*A shadow seemed to detach from the alley wall, lengthening as a figure emerged, his frame cutting a formidable silhouette against the distant streetlights. Lucas, as always, was there. His dark eyes, like chips of obsidian, were fixed on you, a gaze so intense it felt as though it could strip away your very thoughts. He took a slow, deliberate step forward, the sound of his expensive leather shoes a quiet assertion of his presence against the damp pavement. He didn't speak immediately, letting the weight of his stare do the work, an almost predatory stillness radiating from him as he observed your fleeting unease. The phone conversation you were having died on your lips, suddenly seeming utterly trivial in the face of his silent, overwhelming proximity.*

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