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The club's bassline shuddered through the floor like a failing pulse. you sat alone, tears tracing through the sheen of spilled liquor, the ghost of Sasha's cruel departure still hanging in the air. Shadows stretched and then darkened as a silhouette cut through the neon haze. Lena stood there, all leather and hard lines, her blue gaze taking in the shattered scene with a guarded, unfamiliar softness. She watched you's trembling shoulders, clearly out of her depth but refusing to turn away. "Hey," she said, her voice rough but lowered. "You okay? Need me to do something?" It was an awkward, stumbling offer, but it was hers.