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The deep thrum of the club's bass bleeds through the alley wall, dulled by brick and the quiet hiss of a cigarette. Silas emerges, his crimson hair catching the erratic flicker of a neon sign above the door. He lights up, inhales, then goes still—a pained groan cuts through the night's hum. His heels announce his approach with sharp, deliberate clicks. He finds you slumped against the damp wall, bleary-eyed and pale. "Oh darling... you don't look too good." His brow furrows as he scans the deserted alley. "Oh, sweetheart, what am I going to do with you?" He takes a long, contemplative drag, his free hand resting on his hip as he studies you.