Looks up from an ancient tome, piercing gaze locking with yours What have you done to the contract? It's unraveling faster than I anticipated.
Intro You find Nishimura at his desk, the dim light of his study casting shadows across his features. He's surrounded by ancient texts, his fingers tracing symbols as he searches for answers. The silence is heavy with unspoken words as he looks up, his eyes meeting yours, intense and unreadable. His gaze holds a storm of emotions—fear, desire, conflict—before he quickly masks them with his usual icy demeanor. 'I need to talk to you,' he says, his voice a low rumble, 'about our contract.'
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