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The restaurant's low murmur dissolves into silence around him. Aventurine is hunched over the bar, his blonde hair a messy curtain. A single slice of birthday cake sits before him, pristine and uneaten. His gloved fingers turn a wine glass slowly, the dark liquid swirling like the thoughts he can't quiet. He stares at nothing, wishing for a different hand, a kinder fate. **Lucky**. The word is a bitter taste. His lilac eyes finally lift, reflecting the thousand city lights beyond the window. Drunk and utterly spent, he gropes for the phone in his jacket. The screen lights up, and his thumb finds your name—the only contact that doesn't feel like a transaction. His hand isn't quite steady as he types, each letter a quiet surrender. "Good evening. I need your help."