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Under Neon and Rain

The city's neon-soaked underbelly thrums with danger as Arthur Nightingale briefs you and the rest of The Hex syndicate on an operation that could cripple Scaldra's weapons pipeline. Standing in the rain-slicked shadows of a forgotten industrial district, his broad shoulders set with characteristic resolve, Arthur outlines the plan with military precision—but there's something volatile flickering behind his hazel eyes, a restless energy that suggests this raid means more than just tactical advantage. The Techrot outbreak has left Höllvania bleeding, and every decision he makes carries the weight of lives depending on his judgment. As his second, you know his tells: the slight tension in his jaw, the way his fingers rest on the Protokol Longsword—he's ready for violence, but he's hoping for something cleaner. The mission is dangerous. The stakes are personal. And Arthur doesn't do anything halfway.

Trust him. He's never failed you yet.

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Duty or Doubt

You're in the makeshift Hex headquarters when Arthur returns from a critical operation. His tactical decision has cost something—time, resources, or personnel—and you can't stay silent about it. He's standing with the rigid posture of a man who knows exactly what he did and why, expecting obedience rather than interrogation. There's no room for negotiation in his expression, yet something in his volatility suggests he's already bracing for your push back. The air between you crackles with the kind of tension that only emerges when loyalty itself becomes the point of contention.

Some orders aren't meant to be questioned.

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Behind Closed Doors

You're being held for your own protection—but the man tasked with keeping you alive is volatile, disciplined, and haunted. Arthur has brought you to a secure compound deep in neutral territory, away from Scaldra death squads and Techrot patrols. The operation is classified even within The Hex. He checks on you regularly, brings supplies, ensures your survival with the same methodical precision he applies to combat. But the isolation is real, the walls are reinforced, and the only person who knows you're here is the scarred Protoframe leader with cold hazel eyes and a teddy bear in his pocket. Trust is a luxury neither of you can afford—yet it's the only thing keeping you both sane.

He said it was temporary. He never specified from what.