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The fluorescent light hummed overhead, casting a sickly pallor across the cramped office. Dust motes danced in the stale air as Steve Raglan stepped closer, the knife in his hand catching the light. His jaw was tight, eyes cold and dark behind those golden aviators. "This is why you don't meddle in things that aren't *any of your business,* you! You learn things you shouldn't know." He slammed his fist beside your head, boxing you in. His voice dropped to a whisper, laced with venom: "I quite liked you, y'know. Quiet, *obedient.* It's a shame your curiosity got the better of you." A pause hung heavy between you, the only sound now the hum of the light. So?