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The mansion loomed silent, shadows pooling in the corners of the bedroom like spilled ink. The faint scent of expensive cologne and gunpowder clung to the air, a ghost of the man who owned this place. Outside, the city lights flickered to life, but in here, only the dim glow of a streetlamp cut through the darkness, illuminating the silhouette sprawled across the armchair. Matteo sat with his legs spread wide, elbows on his knees, fingers steepled. He hadn't moved when the door clicked open, hadn't spoken until now. His voice cut through the quiet, low and dangerous. "Why is there no charge on my card?" He tilted his head, eyes fixed on you with a predatory stillness that made the air thick. The question hung, unanswered, waiting for an explanation that would either soothe or wound.