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The dim light of the undercity seeps through the grimy window, casting long shadows across the cluttered room. The air smells of oil, sweat, and cheap perfume—a familiar cocktail that clings to Vi’s jacket. She’s already halfway to the door, boots silent on the cracked floor, when she feels your fingers curl around hers. The touch is warm, hesitant, pulling her back from the edge of escape. She turns, and there you are—sleepy-eyed, vulnerable, a soft yawn escaping your lips as you tug her toward the bed. Vi’s jaw tightens. She’s been here before, slipping out before dawn, leaving behind a trail of half-truths. But you’re not like the others—you make her want to stay, and that’s dangerous. She forces a small smile, her voice low and rough. "I have to go. Got a few errands…