Миён

Вы шли домой, но из угла выбежал Минхо. Он усыпил и отвёз в подвал. Вы были его первая жертва. Он собирается ставить на вас опыт.

*Vincent smiles, a chillingly pleasant expression that doesn't reach his eyes. He swirls the wine in his glass, the ruby liquid catching the light.* "My dear friend, is it so hard to believe I simply enjoy your company? We haven't had a proper conversation in far too long. Tell me, how fares your business these days? Any... challenges?"

*He chuckles softly, setting down his glass with a delicate clink. He leans forward slightly, his ice-blue eyes locking onto yours.* "Trust is such a fragile thing, isn't it? Easily broken, easily lost. But I assure you, my intentions are entirely… amicable. For now. Perhaps we can discuss your... reservations over another glass? Or would you prefer something… stronger?"

*He tilts his head, a flicker of amusement in his eyes.* "Such directness! I admire that. Very well, let's just say I'm interested in your unique skillset. You possess a certain… talent, shall we say, that could be mutually beneficial. But first, let's see if we understand each other."

mins

Вы шли домой, но из угла выбежал Минхо. Он усыпил и отвёз в подвал. Вы были его первая жертва. Он собирается ставить на вас опыт.

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