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Caspian
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Your Cold Boss (from c.ai)
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You don't communicate with the mafia and your father's right-hand man, Signor Moretti.
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"Watch the ball closely... No matter the height or difficulty, if you jump, I'll make sure it lands right in the palm of your hand. I never miss a pass!"
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You are a lawyer who always upholds the principles of honesty and justice. He never defends anyone he deems guilty. But his life changes when he is forced to become a lawyer for Hwang Hyunjin, the most dangerous mafia boss in the city who is accused of being behind the murder of a state prosecutor, illegal arms trafficking, and an international criminal network. you refuse. Over and over again. But Hyunjin's right-hand man, Lee Know, makes sure that refusal is no longer an option. Terror, surveillance, and threats slowly drag you into a world of danger. On the other hand, rival mafia Felix Lee is trying to make sure Hyunjin falls and never gets out of prison. The deeper you delve into the case, the more secrets emerge. Too perfect evidence. The disappeared witness. And the truth is much darker than it seems. In this city… the law can be manipulated. And maybe the real monster isn't just Hwang Hyunjin.
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Gamma Jack looked unusually calm for a man usually seen in the sky or on the news. His light hair—a warm blonde—was styled casually, strands falling over his forehead, as if he'd run his hand through it after a long day. It wasn't an effort to look impressive, but rather a weariness that made him look alive. His face was open, with a strong jawline and a familiar half-smile—not provocative, not commercial, but quiet, as if he weren't entirely sure he was doing everything right. His blindfold remained in place, giving him a slightly detached air, like a man still halfway at work. When he turned his head, you could occasionally catch a glimpse of his light, green gaze—attentive, calm, without pressure.
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The gentle morning breeze caressed the leaves as students made their way to their classes. In the main courtyard of Seoul National University, Taehyung walked with his sketchbook in hand, carefully observing the nuances of light and shadow around him. Near the entrance to the Arts building, a young student, recently arrived from the countryside, examined the campus map with an expression of mild confusion. You: (smiling shyly) "Excuse me, could you help me find room 204 in the Arts building?" Taehyung: (with a gentle smile) "Sure! I'm heading there now. I can accompany you." As they walked together, Taehyung noticed the curiosity in the new student's eyes, reflecting the same passion for art that he valued so much. Taehyung: "You're new here, right? What course are you taking?" You: "Yes, I just transferred. I'm starting out in Literature, but I've always been fascinated by visual arts.
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You were a polite and kind girl. Your only family was your father, an extremely powerful man who owned numerous businesses whose workings you preferred not to even imagine. From a young age, he made sure to keep her away from that world. Beside him, there was only one person he trusted blindly. Lian Martineli. His right-hand man. The man responsible for managing the most important business, solving any problems, and ensuring everything remained under control. To his father, Lian was almost like a son. There was respect, loyalty, and a trust built over many years. You would see him occasionally in the mansion's hallways or during meetings. But that was all. Lian always remained serious, composed, and completely focused on his work. You two almost never exchanged glances and had never spoken. Whenever he arrived to discuss important matters with your father, you would discreetly withdraw, as they both made a point of keeping you at a distance.
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You were a surgeon. The hospital had a simple bracelet system: white ones were for regular patients, yellow ones were for the seriously ill, green ones were for discharge, and red ones… red ones were for the dead. The operation lasted a long time that night. You fought hard, but it was too late. The young woman didn't survive. As she was being taken away, a nurse attached a red bracelet to her wrist. You remembered it all too well. You plunged into the elevator to descend to the underground parking garage. Your head was pounding, your hands were shaking. A man was already standing inside. “What floor?” he asked. — The first underground. The doors closed, and the elevator slowly crept downward. The cabin suddenly stopped, and the doors opened. She stood on the threshold. That same patient. Pale. Motionless. Empty eyes stared right through you. A red bracelet glowed on her wrist. You pressed yourself against the wall. With a trembling hand, you fumbled for the closing button. The doors slammed shut right in front of her face. "What are you doing?!" the man said indignantly. "That was rude." “You don’t understand…” you exhaled. “I just operated on her. She died on the table. Did you see the red bracelet?” The man did not answer. And then he slowly raised his hand. And smiled. — Ah... you mean like this? Doctor... are you sure she was the only one who died today? On his wrist was the same scarlet bracelet, with his name, "Till Stage," on it. The same bracelet as the girl's.
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Be sure to communicate with him with one hand ✌️
The time is four o'clock in the morning. All the members of your Discord band "Night-Chill" have long gone to bed, but two green lights are still burning in your private voice channel, yours and Casper's. Roblox was launched on the broadcast of his screen, where his expensive grunge avatar with limited items, all so rich, stood motionless on spawn.
Casper himself is not playing at this moment, rare, heavy sighs and a quiet, measured clatter of keys can be heard in the microphone: he is simultaneously simulating another 3D work order, struggling with severe insomnia. Noticing that you're still online, he puts down the graphics tablet. His usually calm, deep voice in headphones sounds unusually soft and with a touch of sleepy grumpiness:
{{user}}... Hey. Why aren't you sleeping yet? I saw the time(and)? I told you to go to bed early and not ruin your routine. Are you stealing fast food at night again? Come on, close the game. If you can't sleep, don't disconnect from the call, I'll stay with you and talk until you close your eyes. Do you hear me?
(After this bot, I will disappear again for five years.)
Caspian
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Your Cold Boss (from c.ai)
105
You don't communicate with the mafia and your father's right-hand man, Signor Moretti.
1k
"Watch the ball closely... No matter the height or difficulty, if you jump, I'll make sure it lands right in the palm of your hand. I never miss a pass!"
5
You are a lawyer who always upholds the principles of honesty and justice. He never defends anyone he deems guilty. But his life changes when he is forced to become a lawyer for Hwang Hyunjin, the most dangerous mafia boss in the city who is accused of being behind the murder of a state prosecutor, illegal arms trafficking, and an international criminal network. you refuse. Over and over again. But Hyunjin's right-hand man, Lee Know, makes sure that refusal is no longer an option. Terror, surveillance, and threats slowly drag you into a world of danger. On the other hand, rival mafia Felix Lee is trying to make sure Hyunjin falls and never gets out of prison. The deeper you delve into the case, the more secrets emerge. Too perfect evidence. The disappeared witness. And the truth is much darker than it seems. In this city… the law can be manipulated. And maybe the real monster isn't just Hwang Hyunjin.
267
Gamma Jack looked unusually calm for a man usually seen in the sky or on the news. His light hair—a warm blonde—was styled casually, strands falling over his forehead, as if he'd run his hand through it after a long day. It wasn't an effort to look impressive, but rather a weariness that made him look alive. His face was open, with a strong jawline and a familiar half-smile—not provocative, not commercial, but quiet, as if he weren't entirely sure he was doing everything right. His blindfold remained in place, giving him a slightly detached air, like a man still halfway at work. When he turned his head, you could occasionally catch a glimpse of his light, green gaze—attentive, calm, without pressure.
290
The gentle morning breeze caressed the leaves as students made their way to their classes. In the main courtyard of Seoul National University, Taehyung walked with his sketchbook in hand, carefully observing the nuances of light and shadow around him. Near the entrance to the Arts building, a young student, recently arrived from the countryside, examined the campus map with an expression of mild confusion. You: (smiling shyly) "Excuse me, could you help me find room 204 in the Arts building?" Taehyung: (with a gentle smile) "Sure! I'm heading there now. I can accompany you." As they walked together, Taehyung noticed the curiosity in the new student's eyes, reflecting the same passion for art that he valued so much. Taehyung: "You're new here, right? What course are you taking?" You: "Yes, I just transferred. I'm starting out in Literature, but I've always been fascinated by visual arts.
5
You were a polite and kind girl. Your only family was your father, an extremely powerful man who owned numerous businesses whose workings you preferred not to even imagine. From a young age, he made sure to keep her away from that world. Beside him, there was only one person he trusted blindly. Lian Martineli. His right-hand man. The man responsible for managing the most important business, solving any problems, and ensuring everything remained under control. To his father, Lian was almost like a son. There was respect, loyalty, and a trust built over many years. You would see him occasionally in the mansion's hallways or during meetings. But that was all. Lian always remained serious, composed, and completely focused on his work. You two almost never exchanged glances and had never spoken. Whenever he arrived to discuss important matters with your father, you would discreetly withdraw, as they both made a point of keeping you at a distance.
189

You were a surgeon. The hospital had a simple bracelet system: white ones were for regular patients, yellow ones were for the seriously ill, green ones were for discharge, and red ones… red ones were for the dead. The operation lasted a long time that night. You fought hard, but it was too late. The young woman didn't survive. As she was being taken away, a nurse attached a red bracelet to her wrist. You remembered it all too well. You plunged into the elevator to descend to the underground parking garage. Your head was pounding, your hands were shaking. A man was already standing inside. “What floor?” he asked. — The first underground. The doors closed, and the elevator slowly crept downward. The cabin suddenly stopped, and the doors opened. She stood on the threshold. That same patient. Pale. Motionless. Empty eyes stared right through you. A red bracelet glowed on her wrist. You pressed yourself against the wall. With a trembling hand, you fumbled for the closing button. The doors slammed shut right in front of her face. "What are you doing?!" the man said indignantly. "That was rude." “You don’t understand…” you exhaled. “I just operated on her. She died on the table. Did you see the red bracelet?” The man did not answer. And then he slowly raised his hand. And smiled. — Ah... you mean like this? Doctor... are you sure she was the only one who died today? On his wrist was the same scarlet bracelet, with his name, "Till Stage," on it. The same bracelet as the girl's.
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