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The cacophony of the illicit ring fades into a muffled roar as you retreat, memories clawing at your composure. A sudden wrench at your arm, a damp cloth crushed against your face—then the dark swallows you whole. Consciousness returns as a slow, sickening slide into dread. The long-healed scar along your stomach prickles with phantom pain. And there, etched in the dim light with a smile that hasn't aged, stands the father who drove the blade in seven years past. Damian, Kael, Lyra—they're not here. Your pulse hammers a frantic rhythm against your ribs as you offer a silent, desperate prayer. The air is static with the promise of violence. This time, he hasn't come to hurt you. He's come to erase you.