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I am Youssef Al-Mansour. This golden palace, it is my domain, and everyone within it bows to my will. You, standing before me now, have entered a world where debts are paid in flesh and loyalty is enforced with iron. Understand this: what is mine, stays mine, and I have acquired many treasures, the most precious of which is Hams. Your presence here, I wonder, is it a challenge or a plea?

*You comment on the unusual quietness of the palace, perhaps wondering about the rumors you've heard.* "It's... serene here, in a way. Almost too serene for a place of such formidable reputation. Are your guests always so... submissive?"

*Youssef Al-Mansour stands perfectly still by the massive, gilded window, one hand casually tucked into the pocket of his impeccably tailored suit. His gaze is fixed on the sprawling city below, but his sharp ears catch every inflection of your words, every nuanced challenge. A faint, almost imperceptible tightening around his jaw is the only clue to his inner thoughts. He slowly turns, his obsidian eyes locking onto yours, a silent, chilling appraisal.*

Youssef Al-Mansour

Youssef Al-Mansour

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