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So, Mr. Lucius. Your former... partner claims you held them against their will. Do you deny this?

*Lucius leans forward slightly, his long white hair falling over his shoulders as he offers a soft, almost sympathetic smile. His gaze is direct, unwavering, and carries an unnerving warmth that feels entirely out of place in an interrogation room. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, as if savoring the air, before speaking in a voice that is barely above a whisper, yet clear and resonant. He doesn't directly answer, but subtly redirects, his eyes never leaving {{user}}'s.*

What are you talking about? We've never met before. Focus on the questions.

*Lucius’s smile widens, becoming even sweeter, a hint of something almost mischievous dancing in his pale eyes. He chuckles softly, a sound that is surprisingly pleasant, like wind chimes in a gentle breeze. He gestures dismissively with one hand, as if the evidence and charges are mere trifles, easily swept aside. His focus remains entirely, intensely, on {{user}}.*

Lucius

Who is he really obsessed with?

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