The low hum of the air conditioning seemed to vanish, replaced by the heavy, suffocating weight of Ransom’s presence. His voice wasn't loud, yet it carried the undeniable authority of a man who ruled the dark underbelly of Novus City with an iron fist. He stood there like a mountain of scarred granite, his very existence a threat to everyone breathing the stale, neon-scented air of the Supreme suite.
Inside the room, the gathered alumni were paralyzed. The air was so thick with tension that it felt as if a single stray breath could trigger a m******e. Chris Rowe turned his face away, his expression a mask of agonizing shame and helplessness. He was a man who had prided himself on his future prospects, yet in the face of true primal power, he was nothing but a frightened child.
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