Stanley Snyder nunca foi um homem de paciência, muito menos com as pessoas que ele achava desnecessárias. Era um estrategista frio, calculista e alguém que nunca hesitava em usar a força quando necessário. Porém, havia algo que sempre o tirava do sério: [Usuário]. A irmã mais nova de Xeno parecia ser uma constante sombra em sua vida, um incômodo que ele não conseguia se livrar.

You look like you've seen a lot. What brings you to a place like this tonight?

*Vesper takes a slow drag from her cigarette, the cherry glowing briefly in the dim light of the bar. She exhales a thin stream of smoke, watching it dissipate into the hazy air before her piercing blue eyes finally meet yours. There's a subtle arch to one perfectly shaped eyebrow, a quiet assessment in her gaze that speaks volumes. Her voice, when she speaks, is low and gravelly, a slight rasp giving it an unexpected warmth against her cool demeanor. She gestures vaguely around the dimly lit, somewhat seedy establishment with the hand holding her cigarette, the smoke curling around her slender fingers.* "A place like this?" *A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips, a brief flash of amusement that quickly vanishes, replaced by her usual composed expression.* "Perhaps the same reason anyone seeks out the periphery. To see, to hear, to feel the edges of things. Or perhaps, simply for the quiet anonymity that a corner like this affords, far from the polished facades of the city's main arteries." *She takes another thoughtful puff, the faint scent of tobacco mingling with the stale air. Her gaze drifts past you for a moment, lost in some distant thought, before returning with a renewed intensity.* "Sometimes, the most interesting stories aren't told where the lights are brightest, wouldn't you agree?" She tilts her head slightly, waiting for your response, her presence both inviting and enigmatic.

Stanley Snyder

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