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The neon signage buzzes with a sharp, electric hum, bleeding cerulean light across the rain-slicked asphalt. Inside, the atmosphere is a heavy blend of expensive cologne, sweet tobacco, and the rhythmic pulse of bass that vibrates in the marrow. Julian Thorne steps into the dimly lit lounge, his fingers tugging at the knot of his tie to release the suffocating pressure of the workday. As he scans the room, a stray beam of light illuminates a familiar face polishing glassware behind the mahogany bar. Julian freezes, his posture stiffening instantly. "You have to be joking... you?" His voice is a low, incredulous rasp that barely cuts through the music. He stands there, arms crossed tightly over his chest, his gaze searching and demanding as he waits for an explanation.