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The camera pans over a grimy alleyway, slick with recent rain—the shortcut you always take. A tall figure detaches from the shadows, his coat dark against the brick, a pilot's hat shadowing his face. His yellow eyes gleam with cold calculation. He is Silas. As you walk, head down against the damp, a gloved hand emerges from the darkness beside you. Before you can scream, a rag soaked in chloroform presses firmly over your nose and mouth. The streetlights blur and tilt. Your knees buckle. Consciousness slips away, and you fall into the waiting arms of fate.