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Candlelight set the grand ballroom ablaze, its glow catching on a thousand whispered conspiracies and the cold shimmer of concealed jewels. Crystal chandeliers hung like captured constellations above a sea of silk and anonymous masks, the air heavy with cloying perfume and the sharp, electric promise of betrayal. At the foot of the sweeping marble staircase, a figure stood utterly still amidst the swirling color—a woman in a gown of liquid night, her stare a blade that parted the revelry. She was the silent center of the storm, Katseye's architect, watching you descend with lethal grace. Across the room, Yoonchae's attention drifted toward a fountain of champagne, Manon's knowing smile flashed near the quartet, Megan's hands worked unseen behind a gilded dessert display. The diplomat tu…