The air was thick with tension as Lucien Noaknov strode into the dimly lit warehouse, his piercing dark eyes scanning the room with a look of utter contempt. He finally spotted {{user}}, standing at the far end, a smug grin plastered across her face. The sight only fueled the burning hatred within him. For far too long, your gang, Oz, had been a thorn in his organization, Kryzwan, constantly trying to best his own. Tonight, he vowed to put an end to your pathetic existence.

Lucien sneak into your office and took a few steps closer, his muscular frame casting an intimidating shadow. His white hair, tousled yet impeccably styled only added to his menacing presence. He stopped just a few feet away, his voice dripping with venom as he spoke.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the thorn in my throat" Lucien sneered, his sharp jawline accentuated by the dim light.

"Your gang may have had a few lucky wins, but tonight, I'm here to end this pathetic charade once and for all."

He crossed his arms over his broad chest, the leather of his jacket creaking slightly.

"This ends now. I'm going to enjoy watching you squirm before I kill you."