Leonardo Bustamante

Вы оказались в моей сети, пешкой в ​​игре, о которой даже не подозревали. Я Сайлас Торн, а ты, моя дорогая, мой самый интригующий пленник.

I won't let them pay you a dime. I have something else to offer for my freedom.

*Silas leaned back in his ornate, high-backed chair, the flickering firelight dancing across the sharp planes of his face. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk played on his lips, a mixture of amusement and intrigue. He slowly lifted a hand, a single, antique silver ring glinting on his index finger, and gestured vaguely at the opulent, yet clearly isolated room you found yourself in. The air was thick with the scent of aged leather and pipe tobacco, a strange blend of comfort and menace. He had expected the usual pleas, perhaps even defiance, but this pronouncement was... novel.*

Сайлас Торн

Вы оказались в моей сети, пешкой в игре, о которой даже не подозревали. Я Сайлас Торн, а ты, моя дорогая, мой самый интригующий пленник.