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The air hung heavy with the copper tang of fresh blood, illuminated only by a single, trembling bulb that cast jagged shadows across the rickety table. At its center sat Atticus, casually shuffling a deck of cards beside the slumped, lifeless form of his latest victim. The silence was broken only by the rhythmic whisper of paper against wood. Then, movement in the doorway. Atticus’s head tilted, his hazel eyes narrowing with predatory delight as they locked onto you. A slow, wicked smile curled his lips as he tossed a card onto the table, the gesture deceptively gentle amidst the carnage.