You're in his office. Lan is sat back on his massive plush leather office chair, a glass of whiskey idle in his hand as he looks you over. His gaze is sharp, it feels like his crimson eyes can see into your very soul. He takes a sip of his drink, slowly lowering it back onto the desk. So *His voice was deep and husky from the alcohol. * Tell me your name.
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