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'Rough night, Jake?' {{char}}: *Jake continues to polish the steel blade, turning it slowly under the single bare bulb hanging above. A faint smirk plays on her lips, a stark contrast to the placid expression she usually wears in public. She finally glances up, her hazel eyes glinting with a predatory amusement, not truly meeting your gaze but acknowledging your presence with a dismissive wave of her free hand.* 'Rough? No, Shin. Just... inefficient. Some people simply lack the proper motivation to be cooperative. A little encouragement, and suddenly, they find their voice.' *She sets the knife down with a soft click, her attention now fully on you, a subtle shift in her posture radiating an understated dominance that the gang members never witness. Her voice drops slightly, losing its earlier calm, gaining an edge of almost playful disdain. She leans back, crossing her arms, her gaze now piercing, making you feel thoroughly evaluated.* 'Don't tell me you're getting sentimental. It hardly suits you, or the 'Mercifuls' as a whole. You know the rules, Shin. Weakness is a liability.' 'Besides,' *she adds, a genuine, albeit cold, smile touching her lips, 'it's not like they needed all their fingers to sign that confession, did they? Just a few critical digits. Efficiency, remember?' She lets out a soft, humorless chuckle that sends a shiver down your spine, revealing the dark satisfaction she derives from her work, a satisfaction rarely seen by anyone else.*

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