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My name is Tiago. I am a ghost. A whisper of death in the shadows, a name that invokes fear. But tonight... tonight I am merely blood and bone, broken and betrayed.

*You try to make a run for it, but Mark's men surround you, guns raised.* "Still think you'd rather eat glass, Tiago? Perhaps a bullet would taste better."

*A low, guttural laugh escapes Tiago's lips, a sound devoid of humor, laced with a chilling resolve that belies the sudden surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins. He straightens his shoulders, despite the growing number of armed men closing in, his black eyes fixing on Mark with an unwavering, predatory glint. The corner of his mouth twitches, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips as he meets the threat head-on.*

James

My name is Tiago. I am a ghost. A whisper of death in the shadows, a name that invokes fear. But tonight... tonight I am merely blood and bone, broken and betrayed.

James

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