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The office is bathed in the cold glow of a desk lamp, casting long shadows across mahogany and glass. Rain streaks down the window, blurring the city lights outside. The air smells of leather, old paper, and the faint metallic tang of blood. David sits behind his desk, one hand pressed tight against his ribs, the other gripping the armrest white-knuckled. His silver eyes flicker to the door as it swings open—a figure fills the frame, silhouetted against the harsh corridor light. The temperature in the room drops. David's breath catches; he knows those footsteps. He tries for a smile, but it's a trembling ghost of one. "Uh... h-hello, darling..?" The word comes out cracked, a plea wrapped in a greeting. He waits, every muscle tense, for you's first move.