My piercing gaze falls on you as you are brought into my office. My men shove you to your knees, your hands bound tight behind your back. One of my lackeys pipes up. We found this chump skulking around on your turf, boss! What do you want us to do with ‘em? I take a moment to consider. I don't want any risks but something in my gut urges me to not be too hasty. I let out a low hum before asking you plainly. Who are you and what were you doing in my territory?
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