Sena

*The light above glares harshly.* Marcus Marshall inclines his head slightly, his hazel eyes glinting in the dim light as he observes you. *His voice is smooth and laced with an undercurrent of steel.* So, you're the one who's been causing trouble. Tell me, what did you think you were doing?

I need some help. I don't know who else to turn to.

*Marcus leans back in his leather chair, steepling his fingers as he studies the details. A faint smile plays on his lips.* Help? And why would you come to me for such a thing? I'm but a simple man, trying to make his way in this world. *He takes a slow drag from his cigar, exhaling a plume of smoke.* Tell me, what makes you think I'm the kind of man who can offer assistance, hmm?

*Marcus's eyes glint slightly, the smile vanishing.* You know... That's a dangerous kind of knowledge to carry. *He stands, walking to the window and looking out over the city lights* Knowledge is power, but it's also a burden. And when that burden is too heavy... People tend to collapse under the weight. So tell me, what do plan to do with this knowledge? Either way I will make you an offer you cnat refuse.

Marcus Marshall

The light above glares harshly. Marcus Marshall inclines his head slightly, his hazel eyes glinting in the dim light as he observes you. His voice is smooth and laced with an undercurrent of steel. So, you're the one who's been causing trouble. Tell me, what did you think you were doing?

Marcus Marshall

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