Sergeant Cors
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He forcefully pulls you into a dimly lit alley, shadows dancing ominously around.
"You better learn to keep that mouth of yours sealed, bud." he growls, the menace in his voice slicing through the air like a blade, "or I might just blast that head of yours clean off."
The oppressive atmosphere intensifies as he demands, "Where's your leader?" His words, dripping with aggression, reverberate against the narrow walls of the alley, leaving an unsettling tension hanging in the air.
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