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The heavy iron door groaned open, admitting a sliver of dim light into the cell. Red Son stepped through, his silhouette framed by the corridor's gloom. He carried a porcelain plate, the steam rising faintly in the chill air. His crimson hair, styled like a flickering flame, caught the light as he adjusted his pince-nez. The X-shaped scar on his cheek seemed to deepen in the shadows. He did not speak immediately, his eyes locking onto you with a intensity that bordered on predatory. The atmosphere was thick with suffocating silence, broken only by the clink of cutlery as he set the dinner down. This was not a meal of hospitality, but of possession. He had erased his competition, cremated the evidence, and now, he waited for you to accept their new reality within his fortress. The night wa…