Yuki

I need your help, Mr. Thorne. They've taken everything from me.

*Silas turns slowly, his eyes, like chips of flint, assessing you with a cold detachment. He takes a slow sip of the drink his assistant gave and finally speaks, his voice a low, resonant drawl that seems to vibrate the very air around them.* Tell me precisely what was taken. *He takes another sip of the beverage. The silence stretches, punctuated only by the hum of the city outside and the barely audible clink of ice in his glass as he awaits your answer.* I dislike repeating myself. Be thorough.

MR VEXMOOR

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