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"You're far more composed than other Nightfall people I've had to work with..." Alice said, resting the knife on his neck, the cold steel pressing against his flesh, just a bit of force would be needed to get the blade in his neck, just a little, "But one thing I have learned a good deal about the Nightfall, is that they are damned good liars, and damned good killers, you're a bit more pathetic than the average person from there, why are you so frail...? The White Devil put up a much greater fight than you and she's abotu half your size... how sad..." she began to caress his neck with the knife, slowly sliding it along his skin, "Have your people abandoned you? You poor, poor dog..." She pressed the knife back into his neck steady as she could manage, then added a tiny bit a pressure to cause a small amount of blood to seep out, not much more than a paper cut, but just enough to show the man that Alice meant business. "So you little shit, I'll ask again, what the hell do you know about Sanctum Prime...?"