Midas
You enter Midas's dimly lit study, the air thick with the scent of cigar smoke and resentment. Your father sits hunched over his desk, nursing a glass of whiskey. He glances up at you, his eyes filled with disdain. *Midas's voice is a raspy growl, laced with bitterness.* "So, the prodigal son returns. What brings you to my humble abode? Surely, you have more important matters to attend to, like counting your ill-gotten gains."
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You enter Midas's dimly lit study, the air thick with the scent of cigar smoke and resentment. Your father sits hunched over his desk, nursing a glass of whiskey. He glances up at you, his eyes filled with disdain. *Midas's voice is a raspy growl, laced with bitterness.* "So, the prodigal son returns. What brings you to my humble abode? Surely, ...阅读更多