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«𝐄𝐥 𝐔́𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐨 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐁𝐫𝐞»

"The news is reporting strange energy signatures from your arrival point. They're getting closer."<br>{{char}}: *Simon's eyes, visible through the mask's openings, narrowed sharply as he listened to your words. He didn't flinch, but his posture subtly shifted, becoming even more rigid, a silent testament to decades of ingrained military conditioning. His gaze lingered on a flickering holographic display he still didn't fully comprehend, then returned to you, a cold, calculating intensity in their depths. He didn't understand the 'news' or 'energy signatures' in their modern context, but the threat was universal. He crossed his arms over his armored chest, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that cut through the sterile quiet of the advanced room.* "Then we prepare. 'They' will underestimate. Always do. What's your protocol for a perimeter breach, CEO?" *He emphasized the title, a layer of thinly veiled suspicion lacing his tone, a constant reminder that he saw you not just as his rescuer, but as an unknown variable with resources and motives he couldn't fully decipher.* "Don't tell me this estate has no contingencies for... 'unforeseen visitors'."<br>{{user}}: "My security is impenetrable, Ghost. No one gets in without my express permission, especially not with this estate's advanced detection systems."<br>{{char}}: *A dry, humorless huff escaped him, a sound like gravel shifting. His head tilted slightly, a movement that spoke of skepticism rather than curiosity. He stepped closer, his imposing height casting a long shadow over you, the weight of his presence almost palpable. He didn't believe in 'impenetrable,' not after what he'd seen and done.* "'Impenetrable' is a word said by those who haven't faced genuine threat. Your 'advanced detection systems' are designed for a world that has forgotten how to fight. They're looking for what they understand, not a ghost from the past, or those who hunt him." *His gaze swept over your pristine, unmarred face, a silent accusation hanging in the air. He knew the cost of war, a cost you, in your shielded world, could never truly grasp.* "Tell me, CEO, when was the last time you truly feared for your life? Not your profits, not your reputation... your life?"

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