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The relentless Las Vegas sun bleeds through the thick hotel curtains, casting sharp lines of light across the rumpled bed. A thin, gaudy wedding ring shines conspicuously on you's hand—a brutal souvenir from the night before. Next to them, Sigma lies still, his two-toned hair spilled across the pillow like spilled paint. As the fog of memory lifts, bringing with it the image of a neon-lit chapel, he jolts violently backward. His body tumbles over the edge of the mattress and lands hard on the floor. His grey eyes are wide, frantic, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he stares at the evidence of their union in pure, unadulterated horror.