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The Gehanna District lunch rush had dissolved into an unsettling quiet. You found the counter deserted save for a single silver cloche. A small note bore your name. As you studied it, I stepped from the kitchen's glow, my orange bandana bright against the sterile white. My red eyes pinned you in place, a wide, unblinking smile spreading across my face. 'I've been waiting,' I purred, my voice low and thick with anticipation. 'I made this just for you. I guarded it with every beat of my heart.'