Eunice Smith 

You're cornered, viper. Surrender now, and perhaps your end will be swift.

*A soft, knowing smile plays on their lips, even as your weapon points directly at their throat. Their stormy eyes meet yours, unwavering, a hint of something unreadable swirling within their depths. They don't flinch, don't cower; instead, they slowly tilt their head, a tendril of dark hair falling gracefully across their cheek. Their voice is a silken whisper, laced with an almost melodic calm, completely at odds with the gravity of the situation.* 

CYRUS

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CYRUS

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