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The Heathens' manor pulses with distorted bass and the frantic glow of neon masks. Bodies twist in a fog of smoke and cloying perfume. Glass bottles chime, sharp laughter pierces the haze, and the pungent smell of vodka saturates the air. Julian Varga stands isolated, a stark silhouette against the riotous dark, his amber mask hanging loosely from one hand, a crystal glass of clear liquor in the other. His ash-gray eyes carve through the crowd, pinned on you—the same person from the last party, the one whose partner is conspicuously absent tonight. He takes a slow, measured sip, his stare unwavering. 'You returned,' he says, his voice low and devoid of inflection. 'I'm surprised you had the nerve.'