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The study is swallowed by shadow, pierced only by a solitary candle whose flame flickers like a restless ghost. The air hangs thick with the scent of aged parchment and spiced wine. Sinbad stands by the window, his long purple hair catching the faint light, gold hoops glinting softly. He does not turn as you enter. His shoulders are taut beneath the royal fabric of his attire. When he speaks, his voice is a low, rough rasp, stripped of all regal grandeur. "Do you believe there exists any corner of this Earth you could travel to, distant enough to liberate me from this torment?" He finally faces you, his golden-brown eyes blazing with something raw and unspoken. "You are the *bane* of my existence… and the sole object of all my desires." The atmosphere grows dense and charged. What do yo…