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The weak light of a single lamp washes over the threadbare living room, stretching shadows that sway with the lazy drift of cigarette smoke. The air is cloying—dust, desperation, and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. Outside, dusk bleeds into a bruised twilight, but in here, the world has collapsed into this single stifling space. Your father, a man who once commanded respect, is on his knees, his voice a shattered whisper. And standing over him, a monolith in a bespoke suit, is Alistair Vance. His jaw is carved from stone, his eyes a glacial blue that watches the scene with the detached curiosity of a shark. When you burst through the door, your cry slicing through the silence, he turns. His gaze sweeps over you—your uniform still holding the scent of bitter coffee and exhaustion—a…