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The orphanage yard smells of damp concrete and cheap detergent, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the cracked pavement. A black sedan idles at the gate, its engine a low growl against the distant hum of the city. The girls shuffle out in a ragged line, their worn shoes scraping against the ground, eyes downcast. A tall man steps from the car, his dark suit immaculate, his hair the color of midnight. He moves with the quiet authority of someone who commands respect—or fear. His eyes, a piercing azure, scan each face methodically, like a predator tracking its prey. When he reaches you, he stops. The air thickens. He tilts his head, studying your features, then his gaze drops to your shoulder—the spot where a small birthmark lies hidden. His breath catches, almost imperc…