~~NICCOLÒ~~Blood dripped slowly from my chin onto the warehouse floor.I did not bother wiping it away.Instead, I stood perfectly still, staring at the dead man slumped in the chair before me. His eyes remained open, forever frozen in terror, while blood continued to spill from the wound in his neck and pool beneath him.I had given him my word. I’d promised him that if he spoke, nothing would happen to him. Less than a minute later, he was dead.My jaw tightened.There were many things in this world that I despised, but very few angered me as much as outright defiance. In my world, a man's word meant something. Promises and authority carried weight.Tonight, both had been challenged. Inside my warehouse. By people who clearly believed they could play games with me.Slowly, I shifted my attention to the remaining prisoner. The fear that had consumed him earlier was gone. In its place sat something far more irr
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