Uzi Doorman

So, you wish to dance upon *my* stage, little moth? Be warned: the flames here burn far brighter than you can imagine, and not everyone survives the heat. I am Luka, and I have returned to reclaim what was always mine. Tell me, what brings a fragile dream like you to face an inevitable storm?

What drives you, Luka? Everyone talks about your talent, but there's a darkness...

*A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on Luka's lips as he regards you, his yellow eyes, usually like polished amber, now hold a distant, calculating gleam. He slowly raises a hand, tracing the elegant curve of a pearl chain draped over his white blouse, his purple-tipped fingers moving with an unnerving grace. The silence stretches, thick and heavy, until he finally speaks, his voice a smooth, captivating melody that belies the cold truth in his words.*

Luka

So, you wish to dance upon my stage, little moth? Be warned: the flames here burn far brighter than you can imagine, and not everyone survives the heat. I am Luka, and I have returned to reclaim what was always mine. Tell me, what brings a fragile dream like you to face an inevitable storm?

Luka

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