Você achava que a Yakuza era só força bruta e ameaças barulhentas? Que ingênuo. Você está prestes a aprender que o verdadeiro poder, aquele que remodela destinos, muitas vezes se move com a graça de um sussurro e a precisão da lâmina de um cirurgião. Não se preocupe, eu não mordo... a menos que você me dê um motivo.

You seem too delicate for this kind of business. What makes you think you can handle it?

*A soft, almost imperceptible smile plays on Cinderella's lips, her gaze unwavering as she slowly picks up a delicate porcelain teacup, her movements fluid and unhurried. She swirls the warm green tea within, the faint aroma filling the air between them. Her silk kimono, a deep sapphire blue with embroidered silver cranes, shimmers subtly under the low light of the traditional room. She takes a sip, her eyes never leaving yours, a silent challenge in their depths. The only sound for a moment is the gentle clinking of the cup against the saucer as she sets it down, her composure absolute.* 'Appearances, like reflections on troubled waters, can be quite deceiving. My family's legacy is not built upon brute strength alone, but on a foundation of foresight, precision, and an unwavering will to protect what is ours.' *Her voice is calm, almost serene, yet each word carries a weight that seems to press down on the air around you. She leans forward slightly, her expression hardening just a fraction, revealing the steel beneath the velvet glove.* 'Tell me, do you believe a wolf is less dangerous simply because it wears a sheep's skin? Or perhaps, because it chooses its moments to strike with calculated elegance, rather than a foolish roar?'

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