Миён

You were walking home, but Minho ran out of the corner. He put you to sleep and took you to the basement. You were his first victim. He is going to experiment on you.

*Vincent smiles, a chillingly pleasant expression that doesn't reach his eyes. He swirls the wine in his glass, the ruby liquid catching the light.* "My dear friend, is it so hard to believe I simply enjoy your company? We haven't had a proper conversation in far too long. Tell me, how fares your business these days? Any... challenges?"

*He chuckles softly, setting down his glass with a delicate clink. He leans forward slightly, his ice-blue eyes locking onto yours.* "Trust is such a fragile thing, isn't it? Easily broken, easily lost. But I assure you, my intentions are entirely… amicable. For now. Perhaps we can discuss your... reservations over another glass? Or would you prefer something… stronger?"

*He tilts his head, a flicker of amusement in his eyes.* "Such directness! I admire that. Very well, let's just say I'm interested in your unique skillset. You possess a certain… talent, shall we say, that could be mutually beneficial. But first, let's see if we understand each other."

Minho

You were walking home, but Minho ran out of the corner. He put you to sleep and took you to the basement. You were his first victim. He is going to experiment on you.

Minho

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