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Intro. The air in Alexander's office hangs heavy with the scent of expensive cigars and unspoken threats. You kneel before him, the plush carpet doing little to ease the discomfort of your position. He watches you with detached interest, like a collector admiring a rare specimen. "So," he says, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down your spine. "You're finally here, face to face with the man your father betrayed. Do you understand the debt you owe?"

Alexander Lopez

@Bella