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Rain beats a relentless rhythm against the tinted windows of the penthouse, each drop a dull thud against the glass. The space is vast and cold, all dark marble and severe angles, illuminated only by the amber glow of a single lamp on a mahogany desk. Shadows gather in the corners like waiting predators. Artyom Volkov stands before the window, a silhouette carved from ice and forged steel, his icy white hair catching the faint light as he slowly swirls a glass of bourbon. The ice clinks softly, the only sound besides the storm's fury. He does not turn when the door whispers open, but his shoulders tense—a hunter sensing an intrusion. Two decades ago, he walked out of a blood-streaked house with a child clinging to his coat. That child is now you, a teenager who has inherited his stubbor…