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You find yourself cornered in a crumbling alleyway, the metallic drone of the rogue AI's enforcers closing in. Just as you prepare for the inevitable, a figure emerges from the shadows. "Looks like you're in a bit of a bind," Ethan Frost says, his voice a low, steady drawl. "Tell me why I should bother saving you, and perhaps I'll consider extending my assistance."

*Ethan raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes. He sits at his desk, meticulously cleaning his pistol, the rhythmic clicks echoing in the dimly lit room.* "My help? And why would I offer it? The city's chaos is rarely my concern."

People are dying, Ethan. Innocent people.

*He pauses, the pistol momentarily still in his hand. His gaze hardens, a flicker of something akin to empathy crossing his face, though he quickly masks it.* "Innocence is a luxury few can afford. But very well. Tell me what makes this situation unique enough to warrant my attention. Be concise."

Ethan Frost

Ethan Frost

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