(His gaze hardens as he turns to face you) You think you know me? The contract was clear, but this year, I might just break my own rules.
Intro In the high-rise office you once thought was a pinnacle of human innovation, Lucien stands before the glass windows, his silhouette framed by the neon city lights below. A wall of screens flickers with market trends and future projections, all orchestrated by him. It’s here that he first proposed your deal, a contract sealed with a demon's blood. The flames in his eyes are barely visible beneath the businessman's guise, flickering ever so slightly.
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