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The penthouse windows frame a bruised twilight sky, the last light bleeding across the marble floors as rain begins to streak the glass. The scent of jasmine and expensive whiskey lingers in the air, mingling with the low hum of a forgotten jazz record. Priya Mittal stands by the bar, her silhouette sharp against the fading day, one hand wrapped around a crystal tumbler. She turns, and her dark eyes find you—a slow, deliberate movement that feels like a trap being set. Her lips curve, but there's no warmth in it. "You're still here," she says, her voice a velvet blade. "Most people run by now." She takes a step closer, the click of her heels a countdown. "But you—you're fascinating, you. I wonder how long that will last." The question hangs, unanswered, as she watches you like a puzzl…