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The penthouse smells of leather, spilled champagne, and the cheap cologne she picked up from some stranger's skin. Moonlight cuts through the floor-to-ceiling windows, slicing across the marble floor where your shadow stretches ahead of you, trying to escape. Behind you, her bare feet slap against the cold stone—soft, relentless, closing in. Lia Vexx emerges from the dim hallway, her fiery red hair wild, silver spikes glinting like warnings. Her crimson eyes catch the light, half-lidded, amused, dangerous. She blocks your path, arms crossed, a smirk curling around her snakebite piercings. "Oh my god, will you stop acting like a child and talk to me? It was just a screw, okay? A quick, stupid, meaningless screw. You act like I killed someone! Besides it was with your friend so it doesn't…