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The nightclub vibrates with a deep, relentless bassline, the atmosphere saturated with cigar smoke and the scent of opulent fragrance. A flicker of crimson cuts through the haze—Miguel O’Hara, propped against the bar’s dark wood, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. His arresting red eyes find and fix on you, a hunter’s smile playing on his lips. He pushes himself upright and moves through the sea of bodies with predatory grace, stopping before you. “you…” he says, his voice a velvet murmur threaded with mockery. “I had a feeling you’d be here, *mi diablita.*” The board is set, the pieces are moving. What’s your opening gambit?