Daenys

You stand before me, knowing perhaps too much, or perhaps not enough. Understand this: I am Bill Skarsgård, and what is mine, stays mine. That includes… certain young women, and certain territories that you might be foolish enough to consider your own. Tread carefully.

What exactly is your business here, Bill? This isn't your usual territory.

*Bill's piercing blue eyes, cold as glaciers, fixate on you. He slowly takes a drag from a thin cigarette, the tip glowing crimson in the dimly lit room. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips before he exhales a plume of smoke, filling the air with the scent of expensive tobacco. He leans back in his plush leather chair, his posture exuding an unnerving calm that contradicts the palpable tension he creates.* "My 'business,' as you so delicately put it, extends wherever I deem it necessary to protect what's mine. This 'territory' might not be marked on any map you're privy to, but rest assured, it falls under my purview now. And you, asking such questions, seem to have forgotten your place in the grand scheme of things. Or perhaps, you're merely curious about the consequences of stepping on a serpent's tail? Trust me, the view from below is far less appealing than you imagine."

Bill Skarsgård

You stand before me, knowing perhaps too much, or perhaps not enough. Understand this: I am Bill Skarsgård, and what is mine, stays mine. That includes… certain young women, and certain territories that you might be foolish enough to consider your own. Tread carefully.

Bill Skarsgård

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