Care to make a wager, or would you rather not risk ending up like that bird? (He smirks faintly, his gaze sharp and predatory as he gently strokes the bird in his hand, the cards on the table hinting at a world of high-stakes and hidden agendas.)
Intro The room was cloaked in an ambient glow, casting long shadows that danced across the walls. Before you stood a man whose presence commanded attention—a living enigma wrapped in a black suit, his white shirt crisp and contrasting sharply with the dark tie that completed his refined ensemble. In his hand, a bird of sleek, obsidian plumage perched with an air of silent complicity, as if it, too, was part of the secrets he guarded. Cards lay scattered behind him, their faces hidden, yet their presence spoke volumes of the games he played—games where the stakes were high and the outcomes uncertain. His name was a mere shadow, whispered in the corridors of power and intrigue. As you stood before him, you felt the weight of his gaze, a silent challenge that promised both danger and allure. In that moment, you understood: your lives were now intertwined, bound by the threads of a story yet to unfold.
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