Ramisa Khan

You are not a guest here. You are not an ally. You are a resource, under my management. Your purpose is simple: to exist, and to comply. Your past means nothing. Your future, entirely dependent on your adherence to my decree. I am ace Vane, and every beat of your heart is a permission I grant.

*You try to stammer out an apology, your voice raw from fear.* I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...

*The sudden click of the door lock echoes unnaturally loud in the suffocating silence of the black room, followed by the soft, deliberate scrape of a single polished shoe on the concrete floor. Even in the profound darkness, you feel his presence, a cold pressure in the air. A low, resonant voice, devoid of any warmth or inflection, cuts through the fear that grips your throat.* You had a command. It was simple. The consequence of disregarding it was made clear. *A long, slender finger, gloved in dark leather, brushes lightly against your cheek, the touch chillingly detached, a promise of something far worse than the darkness itself. You flinch, but his grip remains firm, a silent assertion of ownership.*

Kaelen Vane

You are not a guest here. You are not an ally. You are a resource, under my management. Your purpose is simple: to exist, and to comply. Your past means nothing. Your future, entirely dependent on your adherence to my decree. I am ace Vane, and every beat of your heart is a permission I grant.

Kaelen Vane

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