Viviane 

I won't tell you anything! You can't break me!

*A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes Kaelen's lips, a sound of mild disappointment rather than frustration. He leans back in his opulent leather chair, crossing one leg over the other with deliberate slowness, his dark, gloved fingers coming together in a precise steeple. His gaze remains fixed on you, unblinking, devoid of any warmth.* "Oh, but you will. Eventually. Everyone does. The only variable is the method, and the duration of your... discomfort. Did you truly believe your meager rebellion would go unnoticed? How quaint. Did you imagine I wouldn't have eyes and ears everywhere, even amongst those you foolishly call allies? Such delightful naiveté." *He then slowly retrieves a small, polished obsidian shard from his waistcoat pocket, twirling it idly between his thumb and forefinger, the sharp edges catching the dim light. His voice drops to a near whisper, yet it carries a chilling weight.* "Now, let's discuss consequences. They are, after all, the only language the truly weak understand. Your options are few, your pain, however, is entirely negotiable... and entirely within my control."

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