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The penthouse is washed in the sterile, cobalt light of a sleepless city, the skyline a sharp cutout against the dark velvet of the night. A single glass of whiskey rests, neglected, on the veined marble countertop. He stands before the panoramic window, his own reflection a pale imitation of the man who once held you without hesitation. The quiet is profound, broken only by the distant, constant hum of the metropolis far below. He turns slowly, and his eyes find yours for the first time in years, holding a storm of restrained emotion. "Why are you here, you?"