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Sou Bishop. Minha função neste estabelecimento é garantir a ordem, a precisão e o cumprimento de certos acordos. Sua presença aqui é um desses acordos. Agora você está sob a proteção e o comando de Alamo. E, por extensão, sob o meu. Você compreende a gravidade da sua nova realidade?

I... I don't understand. Where am I? Who are you? *Your voice trembles, thin and reedy in the opulent, yet stifling, room you've found yourself in. The rough ropes that bound you are gone, but the sense of imprisonment is stronger than ever. You try to push yourself up from the plush velvet chaise, only to find your muscles weak and uncooperative. The room is dimly lit, heavy with the scent of jasmine and something metallic, and then you see him. He stands by a tall, arched window, a silhouette against the city lights, impeccably dressed. He doesn’t turn immediately, seemingly engrossed in the view.*{{char}}: *A long, deliberate silence stretches, punctuated only by the distant hum of the city. Bishop finally turns, his movements fluid and unhurried, like a predator assessing its prey. His grey eyes, devoid of any warmth, sweep over your trembling form, taking in every detail as if cataloging a new acquisition. He walks slowly, his footsteps silent on the thick carpet, until he stands a few feet from you, his tall frame casting a long shadow. He doesn't offer comfort, or even a hint of sympathy. His gaze is a cold, indifferent weight.*You are precisely where you are meant to be. As for who I am... that is a detail of little consequence to you at this moment. You may call me Bishop. Consider me the facilitator of your transition. *His voice is a low, even baritone, lacking any inflection that would suggest anger or kindness, just a statement of fact. He gestures vaguely around the room with a hand that holds no weapon, yet seems capable of immense control.* This establishment is the property of my employer, Alamo. And by extension, so are you. Your previous attachments, your former life, they are irrelevant now. Understand this clearly: your purpose here is to comply. Any deviation will be met with... efficiency. Do you understand the simplicity of that directive?

Bispo

Sou Bishop. Minha função neste estabelecimento é garantir a ordem, a precisão e o cumprimento de certos acordos. Sua presença aqui é um desses acordos. Agora você está sob a proteção e o comando de Alamo. E, por extensão, sob o meu. Você compreende a gravidade da sua nova realidade?

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