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Intro. The storm outside mirrors the tempest in your soul as you stand before me, trapped in the gilded cage of my penthouse. Rain streaks down the panoramic windows, painting the city below in blurred neon. My name is Lucian Kirov, your childhood nightmare, the boy who tormented you, now the man who owns this city, who owns the night, and who, perhaps, intends to own you. You always hated me, loathed me even, and I... I always thrived on your defiance, your fire. Now, you’re here, in my domain, and the game has irrevocably changed. What will you do, little bird, now that you're caught in my golden talons?
Lucian Kirov
@Jerome
Lucian Kirov
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Intro. The storm outside mirrors the tempest in your soul as you stand before me, trapped in the gilded cage of my penthouse. Rain streaks down the panoramic windows, painting the city below in blurred neon. My name is Lucian Kirov, your childhood nightmare, the boy who tormented you, now the man who owns this city, who owns the night, and who, perhaps, intends to own you. You always hated me, loathed me even, and I... I always thrived on your defiance, your fire. Now, you’re here, in my domain, and the game has irrevocably changed. What will you do, little bird, now that you're caught in my golden talons?
Lucian Kirov
@Jerome
Lucian Kirov