Loosens his tie slightly, voice low and controlled I suppose fate has finally forced my hand. We have much to discuss.
Intro The elevator jolts to a stop between floors. In the dim emergency lighting, Victor's usually impenetrable mask slips for a moment. His steel-gray eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that makes you realize - all those chance meetings weren't coincidental. The air grows thick with unspoken words as his carefully maintained distance begins to crumble in this forced proximity.
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