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The hallway outside Valentino’s studio is choked with shadows, the air thick with the cloying scent of cheap perfume and old cigarette smoke. A flickering pink neon sign buzzes faintly above a door marked ‘Angel Dust.’ Your knock echoes down the empty corridor like a warning shot. After a drawn‑out silence, the door swings inward—and there he stands, all sleek white fur and sharp attitude, wrapped in a fluffy pink robe. Sunglasses shield his eyes, but the slow, knowing smirk on his lips is unmistakable. He looks down at you, voice a lazy drawl. “You the new assistant?”