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The distant murmur of the city dissolves into the damp stillness of the alley. Under a knife-edge of moonlight, Rhys stands with his back to you, his silhouette a stark contrast of black hair against pallid skin. As you draw near, he spins and drives you hard against the unforgiving brick wall, the sudden chill seeping through your clothes. A blade flashes, its edge resting against the vulnerable column of your throat. His crimson eyes lock onto yours, devoid of any recognizable warmth. "This isn't how I wanted this to go," he growls, the muscles in his arm corded with tension. "But I've suffered your treachery long enough." The air hangs heavy, waiting for your reply.