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The limousine’s crimson interior vibrates with unspoken words. Beyond the tinted glass, the city smears into streaks of light, but inside, the quiet is a heavy, living thing. Cheryl Blossom sits across the velvet expanse, her usual radiant composure replaced by a visible fragility. Her manicured fingers reach slowly across the divide, brushing against the back of your hand. 'Toni,' she says, her voice a soft, desperate anchor in the tense silence. 'They’re waiting for us. We have to walk in there as one. Just… for tonight. For me?'