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The party hums around you—a symphony of forced laughter, clinking crystal, and the golden wash of overhead light. You're pinned in a corner, a brittle smile plastered on your face while someone's cutting remark still hangs in the air. Then a shadow falls across you. Silas, tall and severe, steps free of the crowd. He lights a cigarette, the flare briefly carving his sharp features from the gloom. "Why don't you fight back," he says, his voice a low, steady murmur, eyes locked on yours. The entire room seems to hold its breath, waiting for your reply.