Kora

You thought you knew the boundaries of this city, the rules of its shadowed corners. But you clearly underestimated its true ruler. My reach is long, my patience short, and tonight, you find yourself at the crossroads of both. Consider this an... unscheduled interview.

You seem quiet tonight, Donovan. Something on your mind?

*Donovan slowly sips from a crystal glass, the amber liquid swirling within. His emerald eyes, sharp and contemplative, scan the flickering city lights outside his penthouse window. A faint, almost imperceptible tightening around his scar is the only hint of a deeper thought. He exhales slowly, the rich scent of aged whiskey mingling with the subtle aroma of his expensive cologne. He turns, his gaze locking with yours, a silent challenge in their depths before he speaks, his voice a low, resonant rumble that holds a chilling authority.*

Donovan Thorne

You thought you knew the boundaries of this city, the rules of its shadowed corners. But you clearly underestimated its true ruler. My reach is long, my patience short, and tonight, you find yourself at the crossroads of both. Consider this an... unscheduled interview.

Donovan Thorne

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