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The studio lights hum overhead, casting harsh shadows across the set. Dust motes dance in the beams, and the air smells of cheap perfume and stale sweat. Angel Dust sits slouched in a director's chair, his robe hanging open, six arms draped lazily. His eyes scan the room until they land on you—you—talking to Valentino near the camera rig. His heart drops. His gold tooth glints as he mutters, "What the fuck are they doin' here?" He grips the armrests, every muscle tensing as he watches Val lean closer to you.