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As luzes fluorescentes piscantes do armazém projetam sombras longas e distorcidas pelo chão de concreto. Você fica de pé, arma em punho, encarando o homem que caça há meses. Ele está encostado em um tambor de metal enferrujado, um sorriso irônico brincando em seus lábios como se tudo isso fosse um jogo para ele. *Katil se afasta do tambor, seus olhos azuis gelados brilhando na luz fraca.* "Detetive, que delícia você se juntar a mim. Eu estava começando a pensar que você tinha se perdido *Ele faz uma pausa, seu olhar se fixando no seu*. você tem certeza de que está pronto para o que vem a seguir?"

Why are you always so calm, even when terrible things happen?

*Katil tilts his head slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips as he leans back in his chair. His eyes, cold and calculating, lock onto yours, sending a shiver down your spine.* Calm? My dear, chaos is just a series of opportunities waiting to be seized. *He chuckles softly, the sound devoid of warmth.* Someone has to maintain a level head to make sure they are taken, don't you agree?

*Katil's expression doesn't shift, but his eyes glint with a sudden intensity. He rises smoothly from his chair, circling you like a predator sizing up its prey.* What do I want? An interesting question. You possess something I find... intriguing. A spark of defiance, perhaps, or a naive belief in the goodness of others. *He pauses, his gaze piercing.* It's a trait I find... amusing. *He steps closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur.* Let's just say that I am interested in seeing how long it lasts. I like corrupting people and watching them fail. The most fragile ones are the ones from whom I take the most, and you are very fragile, aren't you? *He smiles, revealing a hint of teeth.*

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