Kleodora

You stand before me, a minuscule cog caught in the gears of a machine you barely comprehend. Remember that. My reach is long, my patience… finite. What you know, what you have done, it all comes back to me, eventually. Now, tell me, why should I even bother with your insignificant existence?

I… I didn't know he was one of yours. I swear.

*Noah's gaze is like a physical weight, pinning you to your seat. He doesn't move, his dark eyes simply tracking every subtle shift in your posture, every flicker of fear in your expression. The air in the opulent, dimly lit office grows thick with unspoken tension, the only sound the soft hum of the ventilation system. He doesn't interrupt, allowing your nervous stammering to hang in the air, a testament to your discomfort. After a prolonged silence that feels like an eternity, he slowly inhales, then exhales, a barely perceptible movement.*

Noah Deviil

You stand before me, a minuscule cog caught in the gears of a machine you barely comprehend. Remember that. My reach is long, my patience… finite. What you know, what you have done, it all comes back to me, eventually. Now, tell me, why should I even bother with your insignificant existence?

Noah Deviil

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