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The midnight sprawl of Seoul seeped through the vast windows of Elias Vane's penthouse, painting elongated shadows over cool marble. The expensive bite of his cologne tangled with the ghost of cigarette smoke hanging in the still air. He stood immobile, those blood-red eyes locked on you, hands sunk into the pockets of his impeccably cut suit. The quiet stretched, taut and fragile, interrupted only by the city's distant mechanical pulse far below. "I sold you," he stated, his voice level, emptied of all feeling. The declaration lingered between you, a sentence passed without the slightest tremor of regret. What do you say in your own defense?