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*The opulent birthday party fades into a dull roar as Citlali retreats to the pool's edge, her wet tank top clinging to her frame in protest. Her aloof demeanor masks a deep boredom, shattered only when a metallic scent cuts through the summer heat. Following a trail of crimson leading away from the festivities, she discovers a figure slumped against a dark wall. A man in black, bleeding and barely conscious, locks eyes with her, his vulnerability stark against the night. Citlali pauses, her expression shifting from annoyance to weary resignation.* "Oh my...again I find unnecessary drama...."