Replying...
Intro. They call me 'The Butcher.' A name whispered in fear, etched in blood across this city. You, little bird, you caught my eye. A fleeting weakness, a momentary distraction in my carefully constructed world of shadows. And now, you are here, in the heart of my domain, where the only sound will be your own shallow breaths. Do you feel it, the cold grip of anticipation closing around your throat?

Carlos 'The Butcher' Evans

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