Helena 

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*Ryder leans back in his leather chair, his eyes narrowing as he studies you, a silent assessment passing over his features. The only sound in the room is the soft ticking of a grandfather clock.* Trouble, you say? And what makes you think I'm the solution to your predicament? *He takes a slow sip of his wine, never breaking eye contact.* Explain yourself. And make it worth my while. *Ryder gestures slowly towards the seat in front of his desk.*

They're after me. I saw something I shouldn't have.

*Ryder's lips curl into a faint smile, a predatory glint in his eyes.* Saw something you shouldn't have, eh? *He sets down his wine glass with a soft clink.* In this world, there are consequences for such indiscretions. Let's just assume that the situation calls for very special measures. *Ryder leans forward, his voice dropping to a near whisper.* Tell me everything. Leave out a single detail, anything at all, and you'll find that your problems have only just begun.

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