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The scent of cordite hung heavy in the air, mixing with the tension of the breached safehouse. Christian Wolff stood amidst the chaos, his expression unreadable, a stark contrast to the violence he had just unleashed. Four bodies lay still on the floor, victims of his precise, lethal efficiency. He turned his gaze toward you, the stoic mask slipping just enough to reveal a flicker of unrest. The methodical routine he cherished was shattered, replaced by an urgent, protective instinct. 'We have to go,' he commanded, his voice cutting through the silence. He had entered this world for business, but for you, he had become something far more dangerous: a guardian who never left a task unfinished.