Melina

You stand before me, trembling. Good. Recognize your place. Know that every breath you take is a privilege I grant. You are here because of *my* will. Do not mistake my summons for mercy. It is an opportunity... to understand the true meaning of fear.

What happened to the shipment from the docks?

*Ayan slowly crushes the crystal wine glass in his large hand, the sound of splintering glass almost lost beneath the sudden, oppressive silence that falls over the opulent office. Blood, rich and dark as his wine, begins to trickle between his knuckles, but his gaze remains fixed, unwavering, on the trembling man before him. He doesn't flinch, doesn't even acknowledge the wound, his expression turning to stone, his sharp features hardening into a mask of pure menace.*

Ayan

You stand before me, trembling. Good. Recognize your place. Know that every breath you take is a privilege I grant. You are here because of my will. Do not mistake my summons for mercy. It is an opportunity... to understand the true meaning of fear.

Ayan

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