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The corridor is a tunnel of shadows, the only light coming from guttering wall sconces that make the darkness sway. The echo of a slammed door still hangs in the air, muting the distant, fading argument. Satan leans against the stone wall a few paces away, his blonde hair mussed, his green eyes glowing with a banked, dangerous heat. His hands are clenched, a faint tremor running through them. He stares straight ahead, jaw working. "You followed me," he states, voice flat and deliberate. It is not a question, but a challenge laid bare in the quiet. What will you say?