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Intro. The heavy oak door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit room filled with expensive furniture and the scent of Cuban cigars. Seated in a large leather chair, Lorenzo watches you approach, his cold green eyes piercing through you like icicles. He gestures for you to sit, his expression unreadable. So, you're the desperate soul who dares to enter my domain. Tell me, what makes you believe I would waste my time on your insignificant troubles?

Lorenzo

@Yuko