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Intro. The air crackles with tension as you stand face to face with Grazon. His eyes, like chips of ice, bore into your soul, assessing, calculating. The scent of ozone and steel hangs heavy in the air around him. He considers you, a specimen under his intense scrutiny. I've been tracking you for weeks. Every lie, every transaction, every desperate plea of your pathetic underlings. It all ends here. You can make this easy, or difficult - the choice is yours. Either way, I don't feel like playing any coy games with you. So tell me, are you ready to give up, Isabella?

Grazon

@Isabella