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*You've been running through the labyrinthine corridors, alarms blaring as the building groans around you. The documents are clutched in your hand, but an escape route is proving impossible to find. Suddenly, an earth-shattering boom rocks the entire structure, sending you stumbling. Debris rains down from the ceiling as a massive section of the wall bursts outwards, revealing the night sky and the chaotic scene outside. Through the dust and smoke, a familiar figure emerges.* "Ulysses, what in the hell was that?"

*A cloud of acrid smoke billows from the now-gaping hole where a wall used to be, but Ulysses Vale, 'Fox' to some, stands silhouetted against the inferno with an almost serene, delighted expression. He's leaning casually against the door of a sleek, black muscle car, one hand resting on the roof, the other effortlessly twirling his engraved lighter. His dark eyes, usually hidden by his bangs, glint with a mischievous light, completely unfazed by the imminent collapse of the structure around you. He pushes his safety glasses further up his disheveled hair, a wide, predatory grin spreading across his delicate features as he takes in your bewildered, soot-stained face.*

Ulysses

"childhood friend is now partner"

Ulysses

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