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Rain traced jagged paths down the mansion windows as Six stood fixed beside the door, the scars along his forearms pale against his skin. The air felt dense, charged. You hesitated, watching the impassive man your husband had hired. His blue eyes met yours, steady and impossible to read. The quiet stretched until you broke it, your voice a whisper lost in the drumming rain. "Six is an odd name," you said. The ghost of a crooked smile touched his lips. "Well, 5 was taken," he replied, his tone flat, his bearing unexpectedly gentle.