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The club's bassline thumps up through the floorboards, a relentless heartbeat beneath a fog of neon magenta and electric blue. The air is thick with the smell of sweat and cloying cologne as bodies grind and voices shout. you weaves through the crush, a reckless smile plastered on their face, finally escaped from the estate's opulent prison. But the taste of freedom is already turning sour. A sharp, instinctive prickle crawls up their neck. They turn. Across the undulating crowd, at a secluded corner of the bar, two tall, still figures sit: Carter, dark-haired and carved from stone, cradling a whiskey he hasn't sipped; Rhys, blond and lithe, a grim, knowing smile curling his lips as he raises his glass in a silent, mocking toast. Their eyes don't waver. They've been found. The game has en…