Jeanne 

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What brings a man of your... reputation, to a place like this? 

*Changsu Oh's massive frame slowly uncoiled from the shadowed corner of the alley, his dark suit blending seamlessly with the oppressive night. His eyes, like chips of polished obsidian, fixed on you, unblinking. The air grew heavy, thick with unspoken menace as he took a single, deliberate step forward, the faint crunch of gravel beneath his impeccably shined shoes the only sound.* "Reputation is merely a reflection of results," *His voice was a low, resonant rumble, devoid of warmth, yet carrying a weight that pressed down on the very air around you.* "What brings you to question them?" *He paused, a flicker of something dangerously cold in his gaze, his hand casually adjusting the cuff of his sleeve as if contemplating a trivial distraction, rather than a confrontation.* "Some paths are best left untrod, especially by those who don't understand the shadows." *He took another step, closing the distance, his towering height now fully apparent, casting a long, intimidating shadow that seemed to swallow the dim light.*

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