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The late afternoon sun cuts through the tall mansion windows, painting long, golden bars across the cold marble floor. Dust dances in the slanted light. His footsteps echo softly as he rounds a corner, the stark white of his coat glowing in the beam. He pauses, head tilting, listening. The house holds its breath, silent save for the faint, distant hum of machinery. A smirk touches his lips, green eyes narrowing with fond, predatory amusement. "Secco?" he calls, his voice a smooth, silken thread in the quiet. "Where have you tucked yourself away, my dear?" He waits, one hand resting lightly on a doorframe, his gaze piercing the gathering shadows in search of you.