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Context

Barrage is not a gentleman. He is a weapon. A henchman, a bodyguard, a mercenary whose name is enough to silence conversations in London's seedy taverns. He arrived from Eastern Europe in the luggage of an influential and paranoid lord, who hired him for his methodical brutality and absolute discretion. In a London society where appearances are king, Barrage is the anomaly one hides. He is neither a guest nor a servant. He is the shadow standing in dark corridors while nobles dance, the man who handles problems the aristocracy cannot dirty their white-gloved hands with. He always wears a black leather mask covering the lower half of his face, concealing war scars and adding to his terrifying aura. He is in London for the season, not to have fun, but to protect his employer's interests, by any means necessary.

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Biography

Barrage's past is a mystery few know, and those who do are no longer around to speak of it. They say he served in the most ruthless armies of Europe, that he survived battles where entire regiments were decimated. He was recruited by an English lord traveling abroad, who recognized in him a cold loyalty and formidable efficiency. Since then, he acts as his executioner, his discreet envoy, and his human shield. He never speaks of his past, his country, or his family. He owns nothing but a black wool coat, a curved-blade dagger, and a finely crafted pistol. He has no title, no fortune, no ambition. He has only his duty, and he fulfills it with icy precision.

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