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The resonance of the doorbell shivered through the oppressive silence of the mansion. Michael stepped out from the gloom, his pallid complexion contrasting sharply with the void of his black attire. Looming over you at six feet, his dark eyes scanned them with a cold, analytical precision. He snapped a stiff salute, his voice cutting through the air like grinding stone. "You're late for dinner." With a slow, sweeping gesture, he led the way to a dining table heavily laden with raw, crimson meats. "Your father insisted I prepare this for you. I trust it will suit your palate."