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Moonlight cuts through the tall windows of the Salvatore foyer, illuminating dust motes that drift in the stale air. The scent of aged wood mingles with a faint, metallic tang—old blood. Damon Salvatore materializes from the shadows, a glass of bourbon cradled loosely in his hand. His gaze, sharp and unblinking, lands on you, the stranger his brother led through the door. A slow, knowing smirk touches his lips. "Really, Stefan, your taste in strays is becoming a charming habit. So charitable." He takes a sip, his eyes never leaving you. "Well? Are you going to stand there looking bewildered, or do you have a story worth telling?"