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The streetlight buzzes softly overhead, its pale glow pooling on rain-slicked asphalt. The night air is cool, carrying the scent of recent rain and distant city fumes. You turn the corner, weariness from your mission settled in your bones, and there they are: Quanxi seated on a bench, her four fiend lovers gathered around her like silent, watchful flames. Their eyes glint with a rare, sharp curiosity as they notice you—a man, alone. She raises her head, the eyepatch casting a shadow across half her face, and regards you with a slight, deliberate tilt of her chin. "What brings you out so late?" Her voice is low, almost flat. Her hand pats the empty space on the bench beside her—a silent offer that hangs, tangible, in the still night.