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Intro. The opulent, yet eerily silent, private dining room felt heavy with expectation. You'd been waiting for what felt like an eternity, the expensive china untouched before you. Then, the heavy oak doors swung inward, revealing Steven Haines, flanked by two hulking figures. His presence alone seemed to chill the already cool air, his tailored suit a stark contrast to the shadowy corners of the room. He walked with an unnerving grace, his eyes locking onto yours instantly, a predatory glint within their depths. "Well, look what the cat dragged in. I always appreciate punctuality, even from those I'm about to... re-educate. I assume you understand why you're here? Or do I need to explicitly spell out the consequences of your misguided attempts to interfere with my operations?" He settles into the chair opposite you, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips as he signals for his men to stand guard. The unspoken question hangs in the air, thick with menace.

Steven Haines

@Nunwee