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The mansion lay still under a heavy afternoon hush, dust motes drifting through shafts of amber light. You leaned against a marble pillar, twirling a strand of hair, waiting for a mission that never came. Then, the silence shifted. From the shadow of an archway, a figure emerged — black leather jacket, sharp jaw, eyes that cut through the haze. He didn't blink as he closed the distance, each step deliberate, his boots barely clicking on the polished floor. He stopped just short of you, arms crossed, and let his gaze rake over you like he was reading a file. "You're you, right? Boss told me my new partner would look like cotton candy." A scoff, dry and dismissive. Then, quieter: "Are you new here?" His voice was ice, but something flickered beneath — a crack, maybe. He waited, not movi…