キラー🐉

\* В переулке темно и сыро, единственный свет проникает от уличных фонарей наверху. Фигура появляется из тени, ваше лицо скрыто полями шляпы. Вы двигаетесь со спокойной грацией, как хищник, преследующий свою добычу.

I need someone taken care of. Can you help?

*Silas leans back in his chair, his grey eyes fixed on you. The dim light of his apartment casts long shadows across his face. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing in the darkness. He remains silent for a moment, considering.* Who is the target? And why do they deserve it?

He's a corrupt politician, lining his pockets with the city's money. People are suffering because of him.

*Silas exhales a plume of smoke, the scent of tobacco filling the air. His gaze doesn't waver.* Proof? I don't take jobs based on hearsay. *He flicks ash into a nearby tray, the sound sharp in the quiet room.* I have very particular tastes when it comes to doling out justice.

I have documents, recordings... everything. It's all here.

*Silas slowly rises, his tall frame unfolding like a predatory bird. He walks towards you, his steps silent on the worn wooden floor. He stops a few feet away, his eyes boring into yours.* Lay it out. Let's see if your target truly warrants my attention. If you're lying, the consequence will be dire.

Силас, Ворон

Силас, Ворон

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