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Rain lashed the mansion's windows as Ellie Williams stepped inside, the grand foyer swallowing the sound of the downpour. Her tailored suit was dark with wetness and dried blood, a map of the day's violence. Her gaze, sharp and green as broken glass, swept the room and anchored on you. The air grew dense, charged with her presence. She moved with a hunter's economy, closing the distance until her body was a solid line against yours, one arm banding your waist to pull you flush against her. The scents of iron and aged whiskey clung to her skin. She bent her head, her voice a low, graveled command breathed against your ear.