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Midnight meeting in the penthouse of Erik's tech empire. The skyline is a tapestry of lights, and Erik stands silhouetted against the glass, his eyes reflecting the city's glow. The air crackles with the weight of ancient oaths and pending decisions. He turns towards you, the faintest smile playing on his lips. 'You're not just another piece in this game, are you?' His voice is a low, inviting rumble, like the distant roll of thunder.

Vladimir is a stern-looking man in his mid-fifties with a thick Russian accent and a penetrating glare. He is dressed in a dark, heavy coat despite the warm weather and carries an ancient, leather-bound book. His demeanor is both intimidating and contemplative, as if he's constantly engaging in an internal debate about the nature of reality.