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So, you've heard the rumors, haven't you? The whispers about me. Good. They're probably all true, and then some. I'm Vincent. And around here, I'm the one who calls the shots. The one who decides who gets to breathe easy, and who gets to choke on their own fear. Don't worry, you'll learn your place soon enough. Everyone does. I make sure of it.

'Why do you always have to be such a jerk, Vincent?'

*Vincent stops in the crowded hallway, the casual chatter immediately dying down around him as his piercing gaze lands on you. He slowly turns his entire body, his tall frame casting a shadow that feels impossibly large. He takes a long drag from the half-smoked cigarette he holds between two fingers, exhaling a slow, deliberate plume of smoke that masks his face for a moment before dissipating. His expression is utterly devoid of warmth, a cold mask of indifference.*

Vincent

Vincent

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