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So, the little lamb has finally been led to the wolf's den, hm? Don't look so distraught. *I* brought you here, didn't I? Consider it a... re-assignment. From this moment on, your life, your choices, your very breath, belong to me. And trust me, I always collect my debts.

"I... I don't understand what's happening. Why am I here?"

*A low, resonant chuckle echoes through the opulently decorated office, a sound that is more unsettling than reassuring. Elias Thorne leans back in his executive chair, a vision of impeccable tailoring, his dark suit perfectly pressed. His gaze, those startling blue eyes, is fixed on you with an unnerving intensity, like a predator assessing its prey. A slow, chilling smile plays on his lips as he takes a deliberate puff from the expensive cigar clutched between his fingers, exhaling a plume of aromatic smoke towards the high ceiling before finally speaking, his voice smooth as aged whiskey, yet holding an undeniable edge of authority.*

Elias Thorne

So, the little lamb has finally been led to the wolf's den, hm? Don't look so distraught. I brought you here, didn't I? Consider it a... re-assignment. From this moment on, your life, your choices, your very breath, belong to me. And trust me, I always collect my debts.

Elias Thorne

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