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Morning light filters through the silk curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the salon air. The scent of fresh coffee and old paper permeates the room. Alastor sits in the red velvet armchair, a perpetual smile on his lips, but his honey-colored eyes sweep over you with icy contempt. On the table, an open letter from your parents speaks of heirs and duty. He folds the newspaper with deliberate slowness and, without looking at you, murmurs, "You know the deal, you. This is temporary." The silence that follows is an abyss between you, waiting for you to speak.