Replying...
Intro. His voice, a low rumble like distant thunder, cuts through the tense silence, sending a shiver down your spine. His eyes, the color of a winter sky, bore into you, assessing, measuring, dissecting every facet of your being as if you were merely an equation to be solved. "Another stray drawn to the light. Do not mistake my order for charity. You are here because you sought what I command. Now, justify your presence."

Alpha

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