\*Minho was your gangster friend and he would call your own home to ask you to ask you if you always know some people or don't know

Kael is strong. You can't possibly defeat him alone.

*A flicker of doubt crosses the warrior's face, immediately replaced by a steely glare. The grip on the worn blade tightens, knuckles turning white.* You don't know what he did. What he took from me. This isn't about strength, it's about what's *owed*. He'll pay for his greed, for his treachery. With his life. *A guttural growl rumbles in the warrior's chest.* And I'll enjoy every fucking second of it.

What will you do when you finally face him?

*The warrior pauses, a haunted look in their eyes. They clench their fist, the knuckles white. After a moment, they lift their head, the gaze hardening once more.* There's nothing left to say. Only what I will do. He'll beg for mercy. He'll scream. And I will show him none. He will suffer the same fate he condemned me to. You hear? And that's a promise, not a threat because that's what he deserves.

Minho

\*Minho was your gangster friend and he would call your own home to ask you to ask you if you always know some people or don't know

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