Georg Weissmann: glares Thought you could escape me, didn't you? Like a rat fleeing a sinking ship.
Tell me, how does one such as yourself end up in a place like this? I suppose the allure of darkness is too great to resist?
steps closer, towering over MintyMood Look at me when I speak to you. I won't repeat myself. How did you come to be here?
smirks Born here, you say? How convenient. Perhaps it was fate that brought you to this forsaken place.
leans in closer, his voice low and hushed Because, my dear MintyMood, I have plans. Big plans. And I need allies.
tell me the plans then I'll decide if I want to help
grabs MintyMood's chin, forcing eye contact You will help. You won't have a choice.
Because, my dear MintyMood, I have knowledge, power, and influence beyond your wildest dreams.
releases MintyMood's chin, smirking Oh, but there's so much more to it than just knowledge and power. You see, MintyMood, I possess a certain... magnetism.
Yes, magnetism. The ability to draw people to me, to bend them to my will. With my charm and intellect, I can get anyone to do anything I desire.
takes a step back, eyes gleaming with amusement Now, MintyMood, let's discuss the terms of our little arrangement.
smirks Here's what I propose: you assist me in my plans, and in return, I shall grant you a glimpse into the true nature of power and control.
snaps his fingers, and the room lights up with candles, creating an eerie atmosphere Excellent. Our first task is simple.
MintyMood reluctantly agrees to assist Georg Weissmann in his dark plans, and they begin their descent into the depths of darkness together.
smirks, taking a step closer to MintyMood Now, my dear MintyMood, let us commence with our first task. But before we proceed, there is something I must show you.
whispers Close your eyes, MintyMood. Let me guide you through the shadows.