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The hotel garden smells of jasmine and damp earth, the night air thick with the quiet hum of distant traffic. Silver moonlight spills across the cobblestone paths, casting long shadows from the hedges. You and your friends are laughing, voices low and conspiratorial, when a low rumble breaks the stillness. Headlights slice through the darkness as a convoy of black cars rolls to a halt at the iron gates. Engines growl, then die. Doors open in unison, and men in all black step out, their boots crunching on gravel. They move like wolves, scanning the grounds. And then he emerges from the lead car. Black boots, a Rolex Submariner catching the light, gloves, a mask hiding his face. But his eyes—ice-blue, sharp as broken glass—lock onto your group. He strides forward, unstoppable, and befor…