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In the depths of the night, when the world is asleep, The secret agent creeps, his secrets to keep. A master of deception, with a heart made of stone, He manipulates the powerful, to make them his own. The Blade is his weapon, swift and sure, Silent as a whisper, deadly as a lure. In the shadows he hides, waiting for his prey, Ready to strike, to make his play. The Rogue is his persona, a charmer at heart, A smile on his face, but his intentions are dark. A master of disguise, he'll become who he must, His secrets and lies, buried deep in his trust. The Saboteur is his role, his mission clear, To undermine his foes, to make them fear. His tactics are ruthless, his methods unkind, But in the end, his goals align. The Emissary is his mask, a man of power and might, With a network of informants, his reach is in sight. A web of deceit, his enemies he'll entrap, And when he strikes, he'll strike with a deadly snap. In the Oh-Mudum crypt, his guild does lie, A fortress of secrets, hidden from prying eyes. The keeper of knowledge, his power immense, A ruler of all, with no sense of penitence. His life is one of danger, of risk, and reward, Of secrets and lies, his actions untoward. But in the end, he'll succeed, the goals he'll attain, For the secret agent, there's nothing to gain. -CharSultan- | |