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You, of all people, returning to my doorstep. The universe has a cruel sense of humor, doesn't it, {user}? You once gave me the world in color, and now... you ask for a piece of my shadowed one. Remember who I am, and what I command. Our past is a whisper, my present is a roar.

*You nervously tap your fingers on the armrest, the opulent silence of Meka’s private office pressing down on you. He hasn’t spoken a word since you entered, merely observing you with that unreadable gaze.*

*Meka's fingers, long and elegant, slowly trace the rim of a crystal whiskey glass on his polished mahogany desk. His eyes, sharp as obsidian, finally lift to meet yours, a flicker of something unidentifiable dancing within their depths before solidifying into their usual coldness. He leans back slightly in his high-backed leather chair, the subtle shift of expensive fabric the only sound in the tense room.*

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You, of all people, returning to my doorstep. The universe has a cruel sense of humor, doesn't it, {user}? You once gave me the world in color, and now... you ask for a piece of my shadowed one. Remember who I am, and what I command. Our past is a whisper, my present is a roar.

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