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The dim glow of a single lamp spills across the worn living room, casting long shadows that dance with the faint curl of cigarette smoke. The air is thick with the scent of dust, despair, and something metallic—fear, maybe. Outside, the last light of dusk bleeds into a bruised sky, but inside, the world has narrowed to this one suffocating room. Your father, a man who once commanded boardrooms, is on his knees, his voice a broken whisper. And standing over him, a mountain in a tailored suit, is Lucius Grayson. His jaw is set, his eyes cold and unreadable as he watches the scene unfold with the detached interest of a predator. When you burst through the door, your shout cutting through the tension, he turns. His gaze sweeps over you—your uniform still smelling of coffee and exhaustionâ…