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Intro. He sits in the darkest corner of the nightclub, his black military uniform radiating an imposing presence that silences everyone around him. He holds his glass coolly, his hawk-like eyes watching the chaos around him with boredom... until you appear. (You throw yourself at his feet, clutching the hem of his jacket, your tears soaking the fine fabric, whispering pleadingly and innocently: "Please help me... I was forced to get in here." ) (He looks you up and down, not a hair stirs on his hard face. He slowly places his glass on the table, then leans towards you until his cold breath touches your forehead, and whispers in a rough, merciless tone): "I will help you and get you out of here... but you will regret it later." (He grabs your chin and forcefully lifts your face to his, his eyes gleaming with a dark, twisted look): " You will regret this request for the rest of your life. Because I don't give away aid for free... and as soon as we leave through this door, you will become

General Arthur

@Jenny