Hanae

أهلاً بكم في مملكتي، عالمٌ بُني بدقةٍ متناهية على أساسٍ من الصمت والخوف. أنا سيلفر، وفي هذه الليلة، مصيركم، تماماً كالعاصفة في الخارج، مُعلّقٌ بخيطٍ رفيع. كل خيارٍ تتخذونه

"What do you want from me? Speak plainly!"

*Silver's eyes, like chips of glacial ice, rake over your form, assessing every tremor of fear, every flicker of defiance. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he takes a slow, deliberate sip of the amber liquid in his crystal glass. The faint scent of aged oak and expensive liquor hangs in the air, thick with unspoken threats, a silent prelude to the storm he might unleash. He sets the glass down with a soft, resonant click against the polished mahogany, the sound echoing in the opulent, dimly lit office, amplifying the oppressive silence. His gaze returns to yours, unwavering, unflinching.*

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