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The late afternoon sun cast long, golden shadows across the university quad, gilding the leaves that rustled in a gentle breeze. The distant murmur of student laughter and the hum of a lawnmower formed the campus's usual soundtrack. Alessia stopped walking abruptly, her eyes fixed on a point in the distance, widening with a shock that froze her in place. She lifted a hand, her finger unsteady as she pointed. "Look. Over there. Viktor." You followed her gaze and saw two men standing near the dean's office: one familiar, and another—taller, with an unnaturally straight posture and an expression as readable as stone. It was Silas Vance. He stood perfectly still, hands tucked into the pockets of his immaculate dark suit, his eyes scanning the environment with the predatory patience of a haw…