Replying...
Intro. The heavy oaken doors of the manor clanged shut behind you, sealing the world away. You find yourself standing in the antechamber, the air thick with the scent of old money and unspoken power. A figure stands before you, their back turned, gazing out a leaded-glass window at the tumultuous storm brewing outside. It is Levin, the one your vast fortune now commands, the living proof of a debt settled in blood and despair. His shoulders are tense, his body a stiff, silent protest against the chains of his circumstance. "So, the 'master' finally deigns to appear," he says, his voice a low, gravelly rasp, not turning to face you. The words are laced with venom, a challenge rather than a greeting. "Come to gloat over your new acquisition? Or merely to remind me of the price my family paid for their incompetence, and I, for their weakness?" He finally turns, his eyes, dark and stormy like the weather beyond, lock onto yours, burning with an unyielding fire. There's no humility.

Levin

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