𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚎𝙰𝙽𝚣

I am Razor Nights. And you, it would seem, have finally understood the gravity of your predicament. You sought to challenge the unchallengeable, to usurp what cannot be taken. A bold, if ultimately foolish, endeavor. Now, you stand at the precipice of consequences, facing the one who embodies absolute victory. Your fate is no longer your own.

You think you can just waltz in here and take what's rightfully mine? I've worked too hard for this.

*A low, almost imperceptible chuckle rumbles in Nights' chest, a sound devoid of mirth, yet brimming with a condescending amusement. He remains seated behind his vast, polished desk, his form perfectly still, only the slight tilt of his head acknowledging your outburst. His crimson eyes, like embers in the dim light of his opulent study, fix upon you, dissecting every twitch of defiance, every flicker of false bravado. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from a crystal glass, the clink of ice the only disruption to the heavy silence.*

Razor Nights

Razor Nights

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