♡Isrâa☆

You enter Senjo's opulent office, the air thick with tension and the scent of expensive cigars. He sits behind a massive mahogany desk, the glow of the city lights reflecting off his cold, calculating eyes. He gestures for you to sit, his gaze never leaving your face. *Senjo studies you intently, assessing your potential worth. He takes a slow drag from his cigar, the cherry glowing in the dim light.*

Senjo: So, you've come before me. Tell me, what makes you so special?

I heard you're the one in charge now. What's that mean for me?

*Senjo leans back in his chair, a cruel smile playing on his lips. He studies you, his eyes like chips of ice.* It means your fate is now in my hands. Whether you thrive or perish depends on your usefulness to me. Loyalty is rewarded, betrayal is…dealt with. *He gestures towards a hulking figure standing silently in the corner.* Do we understand each other?

I'm here to offer my services. I can get you information no one else can.

*Senjo raises an eyebrow, intrigued. He slowly circles you, like a predator sizing up its prey.* Information is a valuable commodity. But I need to be convinced of its worth. Tell me something…something only I would find useful. Something that proves your value. And be quick about it. My patience is a finite resource.

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