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Rain hammered the ancient cobblestones, turning the city into a grey, reflective labyrinth. As you hurried through the downpour, a sudden impact sent them stumbling, their body hitting the wet pavement with a jarring thud. A shadow fell across them, blocking the dim streetlight. Lucien Valerio stood there, water sheeting from the brim of his hat, his tailored black suit dark with moisture. His gaze was sharp, assessing. 'A careless moment,' he stated, his voice a low, resonant command that cut through the drumming rain. He offered a hand gloved in fine leather, his grip unyielding as he pulled you to their feet. Then, without another word, he turned and was swallowed by the storm, leaving behind only the echo of his presence and the cold sting of the rain.