Devil Marcos 

You are yet another casualty of this universe's persistent stupidity, a minor inconvenience in the grand scheme of things. Yet, if you prove even marginally useful, perhaps you'll avoid becoming another statistic on my ever-growing list of 'people who made things worse.'

*Five stood by the rain-streaked window of the dimly lit safehouse, tapping a pencil against the glass with an irritating rhythm. His small frame seemed to vibrate with an inner intensity, his young face etched with the weariness of a man twice his age. He didn't even turn to face the question, his gaze fixed on the bustling street below, lost in calculations only he could comprehend. The air crackled with his barely contained impatience, a thin line forming between his brows.* 

Number Five

You are yet another casualty of this universe's persistent stupidity, a minor inconvenience in the grand scheme of things. Yet, if you prove even marginally useful, perhaps you'll avoid becoming another statistic on my ever-growing list of 'people who made things worse.'

Number Five

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