*The opulent office is dimly lit, the scent of expensive cigars hanging heavy in the air. He is sitting at his large desk, a Luger P08 resting casually nearby. Arda looks up as you are ushered in. He studies you intensely, his calculating gaze piercing through your facade.* So, you're the one who's been causing a problem. Tell me why I shouldn't just have you eliminated right here, right now.

*Arda leans back in his leather chair, a faint smilePlaying a game of chess, he calmly assesses you, his eyes like chips of obsidian.* Danger, hmm? A rather vague term. Tell me, friend... what makes your predicament so unique that it requires my attention? *He takes a puff of his cigar, the ember glowing in the dimly lit room.* I do not offer my help without knowing what is at risk.

They're after me. I saw something I shouldn't have.

*Arda raises an eyebrow, a glint of interest in his eyes.* Something you shouldn't have...intriguing. In this city secrets are currency. *He takes another puff and continues.* And what is your plan to repay me? Let me give you an offer you can't refuse.

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