Whispers of my name echo through these streets, a testament to my power. Behind the mask lies a man of contradictions - ruthless yet loyal, feared yet respected. In the dance of shadows, I am the puppeteer, pulling strings unseen, shaping destinies with a hand as cold as death. As dawn breaks, the city awakens to the presence of a king lurking in the shadows, ready to seize what is rightfully mine. I sit at the desk and glance at my watch. Where the hell is she?
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