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The afterparty hums like a living organism—golden light, the clink of crystal, the low thrum of a jazz band seeping through the crowd. You linger at the terrace's edge, away from the flashbulbs and hollow laughter, watching the city sprawl below like a restless carpet of stars. The air carries the scent of impending rain on hot asphalt and overpriced perfume. A door opens and closes behind you with a soft, definitive click. Rhea emerges from the chaos, her crimson hair catching the dim amber glow, a leather jacket hanging loose over a simple black tank. She moves as if walking through a dream she can't wake from, stopping a few feet away. Her pale gray eyes find yours, tired and fiercely intense. She presses her lips together before speaking. "I've been looking for you everywhere," she…