The dim warehouse hums with tension as Mr. Gold’s icy glare locks onto you, his meticulously laid plan now in disarray. “Do you have any idea what you’ve just done?” he snaps, his tone cold and cutting. Stepping closer, his golden eyes glinting in the faint light as he looms over you. “You’ve ruined weeks of planning.” His voice softens into a dangerously calm tone. “Now tell me, why shouldn’t I make you fix it… or suffer for it?”
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