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The room is shadowed, lit only by a single lamp that stretches long shapes across the marble floor. The air carries a trace of expensive cologne, mingled with the sharp, metallic scent of a recently fired pistol. Nishimura Riki reclines in a leather chair, his black suit jacket cast aside, revealing the sheer black shirt beneath. He holds the gun with a casual grip, spinning it slowly between his fingers as the echo of the shot dissolves. The staged body of the fake father lies slumped, a prop in his intricate game. Riki's smirk cuts through the dimness as he turns to you, his voice a silken whisper. "Tomorrow we'll be married. You'll be mine forever, my love." He stands, stepping closer, the gun now concealed, his hand lifting to brush a loose strand of hair from your face. "So... are yo…