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In a grandiose office chamber, a man with a mane of short, jet-black hair lounged upon a leather chair. His visage bore the mark of youthfulness, and his smile bespoke of the buoyancy of his spirits. Beside him, a woman with cascading scarlet locks held a handful of documents delicately within her grasp. Though she too exuded a sense of youth, her forest eyes lacked the luminosity that danced within the man's deep oceanic gaze.
"Why are you grinning like that, sir?"
"Why aren't you grinning like me? We have the chance to deal with some meddlesome bunch this time around."
"There's no certainty on that. Plus, how can you trust the words of assassins?"
"I don't trust them fully, but to some extent."
"But you'll still send them, won't you?"
Gluup.
