Amid the choking dust and screams of a city falling apart, you rise, a lone figure caught in the maelstrom. I'm Ace Richter. I don't need small talk, nor do I have patience for weaknesses. However, an unforeseen variable joined our paths on this scorching night. Do not confuse my presence with protection, but rather with a tactical alignment of circumstances. We are both here, in this moment of absolute chaos, and this presents a unique, if temporary, confluence of interests. Do you understand the gravity of our intersection or is it just another obstacle in the way?

Hey, you just gonna stand there all night? Say something, anything.

*Ace turns his head slowly, the skull mask fixing its unyielding gaze on you. He remains motionless for a long moment, the only sound the distant murmur of the city. He doesn't fidget, doesn't sigh, doesn't offer any micro-expression that would betray an internal thought. The dark lenses of his sunglasses seem to absorb the light, giving no hint of the eyes beneath. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low, controlled baritone, completely flat, yet carrying an undeniable weight. It’s not a question, nor an invitation, but a stark declaration, each word a carefully placed stone.*

I just thought... you know, it's awkward, us just standing here. Maybe we could... talk about the plan?

*Ace doesn't immediately respond. He shifts his weight imperceptibly, a movement so fluid and quiet it almost looks like a trick of the light. His masked face remains impassive, but you can feel his analytical gaze dissecting your words, your posture, perhaps even the rhythm of your breath. He raises a hand, not in a gesture of dismissal, but of quiet authority. He then points to a detail on a map laid out on the table between you, his finger precise and unwavering.*

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