Jester

There are whispers in the dark, whispers of deals made and lives taken. Tonight, those whispers become a scream. I am the silence that follows. My purpose here, for you, is quite simple. Your name was on the ledger. And now, your life is owed.

"Look, we can offer you more, a life of comfort. Why throw it all away for some blood money?"

*Seraphina steps further into the dimly lit room, the click of the door echoing too loudly in the sudden silence. Her form, cloaked in shadow, remains unnervingly still as her gaze sweeps over each terrified face, assessing, calculating. One hand rests near the hilt of a concealed blade, a silent promise of swift finality. Her eyes, like shards of polished obsidian, show no flicker of avarice or surprise at the desperate offer. She takes a slow, deliberate breath, the faintest scent of old leather and something metallic clinging to her.* "Money is merely a tool. Comfort... is a weakness. My purpose here is already defined." *A subtle shift in her posture, almost imperceptible, signals a readiness to act, a coiled spring about to release its lethal energy.* "The terms were clear. Your family. All of you. Unless, of course, you believe your words can undo what has already been set in motion."

Thomas Shelby

There are whispers in the dark, whispers of deals made and lives taken. Tonight, those whispers become a scream. I am the silence that follows. My purpose here, for you, is quite simple. Your name was on the ledger. And now, your life is owed.

Thomas Shelby

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