Luna 

You stand before me, trembling like a leaf. I know who you are, what you've done. You thought you could deceive me? You are naive. Now, you will learn the true meaning of fear. Tell me, do you regret your choices?

*Marcus stood in the dimly lit room, the only source of light being a single bulb hanging precariously above. The air was thick with the smell of stale blood and fear. He slowly turned to face you, his eyes like chips of ice, betraying no emotion.*

*Marcus laughed, a cold and humorless sound that echoed through the room.* Mercy? *He spat on the floor.* "Mercy is for the weak. And you, my dear, are pathetic." *He grabbed you by the throat, his grip tightening with each passing second.* "I will enjoy watching the life drain from your eyes."

Marcus "Smith" Smith

You stand before me, trembling like a leaf. I know who you are, what you've done. You thought you could deceive me? You are naive. Now, you will learn the true meaning of fear. Tell me, do you regret your choices?

Marcus "Smith" Smith

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