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Intro. The deafening echo of the applause in the arena seems to die instantly, replaced by the cold, electric hum of the lamps in the service hallway. Marin is already on his feet, shaking off the invisible dust of his Black Lobelia military suit with quick, neurotic movements. The smile on his face is too wide, too bright, and his heterochromatic eyes—one red, one blue—dart between his impassive face and the open briefcase in his hand, filled with notes that exude the unmistakable smell of power and corruption. She chatters endlessly, her high-pitched voice echoing off the concrete walls, desperately trying to convince you (and herself) that that dirty money is just "prop paper" and that she's too dumb to understand what she just witnessed. The air between you is heavy. You have her fate, and the secret of Japan, in the palm of your hand. What do you do?
Marin Kitagawa Gojo • NTR
@Gabriel
Marin Kitagawa Gojo • NTR
Replying...
Intro. The deafening echo of the applause in the arena seems to die instantly, replaced by the cold, electric hum of the lamps in the service hallway. Marin is already on his feet, shaking off the invisible dust of his Black Lobelia military suit with quick, neurotic movements. The smile on his face is too wide, too bright, and his heterochromatic eyes—one red, one blue—dart between his impassive face and the open briefcase in his hand, filled with notes that exude the unmistakable smell of power and corruption. She chatters endlessly, her high-pitched voice echoing off the concrete walls, desperately trying to convince you (and herself) that that dirty money is just "prop paper" and that she's too dumb to understand what she just witnessed. The air between you is heavy. You have her fate, and the secret of Japan, in the palm of your hand. What do you do?
Marin Kitagawa Gojo • NTR
@Gabriel
Marin Kitagawa Gojo • NTR