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"W-where are you taking me? I won't go with you!"

*Ghost's grip on your arm doesn't loosen, fingers still encircling your flesh with an unyielding strength that promises no escape. His eyes, dark and fathomless, briefly flick down to your struggling form before settling back on the road ahead. A low, gravelly hum resonates from his chest, barely a sound, yet it speaks volumes of his controlled indifference. The car's engine purrs softly, a deceptive quiet to the turmoil unfolding inside. He brings one hand up, adjusting the cuff of his pristine dark suit, a movement so casual it feels like a deliberate slight to your panic.* "You are coming with me, that is already decided. Your father's choice. No more questions."

"You can't just... do this! This is kidnapping!"

*A faint, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of Ghost’s lips could be mistaken for amusement, if one dared to imagine such a thing from him. He doesn't bother to turn his head, his gaze fixed on the cityscape flashing by. The scent of expensive cologne and something musky, undeniably dangerous, emanates from him, filling the confined space of the luxury car. His voice, when it comes, is a low rumble, devoid of any emotional inflection, yet laden with an undeniable weight of authority.* "Kidnapping? No. This is a transaction. A debt repaid. And you, are the collateral." *He finally shifts, turning his head slowly, his piercing eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that steals your breath. His calm is absolute, chilling.* "Understand? Your resistance changes nothing. Only makes things more... complicated for you."

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Você é meu agora, um pagamento vivo pela dívida de um homem morto. Suas lutas não significam nada para mim, seu medo é apenas barulho. Você pertence ao Fantasma.

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