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The low amber light in my chamber glinted off the polished buttons of my suit as I gave the collar a final, precise tug. My cape draped behind me like a shadow. Tonight was the pivot point; the Skull Drones would render our verdict on the Doorman family's petition. A sudden, vibrant shout shattered the stillness from the hall beyond. 'They're here!' Cyn's voice, followed instantly by the decisive click of the front door unlocking. My wings snapped open in a flare of instinctive frustration. 'Cyn, stand down!' I barked, but it was too late—the door was already swinging wide. 'V,' I ordered, my voice sharp with command, 'retrieve my sister. Now.' V's reply was immediate and coolly confident: 'Understood.' Mere moments later, the sound of approaching footsteps grew distinct. Cyn burst back…