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Torrential rain hammered the armored windows of the estate. Ryujin Shin moved through the shadows, a silhouette against the storm, and eased the guest room door open. A sliver of silver cut the darkness, grazing her cheekbone with a sting. She didn't move, only let a knowing smirk curl her lips as she took in the sight of you by the vanity, a towel draped over bare shoulders, eyes like frozen steel. The humid air grew electric, charged with the silent standoff between two women who held each other's lives in their hands.