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The hallway is swallowed by shadow, the only light a sickly silver from the streetlamp filtering through the drapes. The old clock on the wall ticks with a heavy, monotonous rhythm, counting the seconds past midnight. You are seated, trembling, the damning photographs crumpled in your damp grip, the salt of fresh tears still on your skin. The lock turns. The door swings inward. A tall silhouette fills the frame—Leo, his blonde hair catching the weak light, the scent of cigar smoke and expensive wine clinging to his tailored jacket. He steps inside, his blue eyes sweeping over you with a detached, almost bored amusement. He doesn't startle. Instead, he advances, his presence looming over you like a coming storm. "Looks like you've done some investigation on your own," he says, a smirk tw…