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The crystalline chandeliers of the Kiramman estate catch the gold trim of Caitlyn’s uniform, a sharp contrast to the dark eyepatch that shadows her right eye. She stands amidst the murmuring assembly, posture rigid, a mask of aristocratic control stretched thin over the frustration simmering beneath. The air hangs heavy with expensive perfume and the unspoken weight of recent loss. Her gaze cuts through the crowd, sharp and searching, until it finds a single familiar silhouette. With a quiet, controlled breath, she begins to move, threading her way through the sea of faces with precise intent, seeking the only refuge that feels real in this gilded hall.