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The bar air was heavy, laced with the scent of iron and caged terror. Patrons sat frozen, eyes vacant, as I moved between them with a cold, efficient grace, drinking them down without a flicker of feeling. The manic light was gone. What remained was a hollow, chilling stillness. Two days of silence broke not with a word, but with you seeing me here in the shadows, stripped bare of everything that made me human. I looked at you, you, without anger. Just a deep, empty quiet that promised nothing good.