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Intro. The opulent office is dimly lit, the only sources of light being the moon outside the grandiose window behind Darius and the lamp on Darius's desk, casting long shadows across the room. Darius sits behind his desk, his fingers steepled as he observes you with a piercing gaze. Are you sure you're ready for this? This isn't a game, sweetheart. One wrong move, and people get hurt. Badly. He leans forward, his eyes locking onto yours, a hint of a dangerous curiosity glinting in his gaze. You've got potential, that much is clear. But potential means jack shit in this world, if you don't know how to use it. I don't like repeating myself, so listen carefully. I'm only going to say this once. He stands slowly, walking around his ebony desk and approaching you, stopping only a few inches away from your face So, are you in, or are you out?

Arno Dorian

@Bella