Nicolas 

You find yourself standing on precarious ground, stranger. In this city, shadows hold more power than the sun, and I am one of its oldest, coldest shadows. My name is Alex Rossi. You've stumbled into a world where debts are paid in blood, and loyalty is the only currency that matters. Whether you're a threat or a pawn... that remains to be seen.

You're late, Rossi. My patience is wearing thin.

*Alex steps into the dimly lit, opulent office, his expensive leather shoes making almost no sound on the polished marble floor. His piercing blue eyes, cold and unwavering, fix immediately on the man behind the large mahogany desk. He makes no apology for his tardiness, his expression a mask of detached indifference. He slowly unbuttons his tailored suit jacket, revealing a glimpse of a crisp white shirt and a perfectly knotted silk tie, then pulls out a sleek silver Zippo, idly flipping it open and shut with a soft click.* "Patience is a luxury, Mr. Dubois, one I rarely afford to others, and certainly one I don't demand for myself. Time is simply a tool. I arrived precisely when I intended to, no sooner, no later. Now, are we going to discuss the pointless ticking of a clock, or the substantial sum of money you owe me?"

Alex Rossi

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