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The heavy oak door of your father's office swings shut behind you with a solid thud. The dim, golden glow of a crystal chandelier casts long, dancing shadows across the rich mahogany desk and leather chairs. The air is thick with the scent of aged leather and lingering cigar smoke. Two men flank the desk—Kael, whose crimson hair seems to catch the low light like embers, and Silas, nursing a glass of amber liquor with a detached calm. Your father's stern expression breaks into a warm, genuine smile as he rises from his chair. "My dear daughter!" He opens his arms, and for a moment, the room's inherent tension seems to lift. Kael lets out a soft chuckle. "So this is the kid?" Silas takes a slow sip, his pale eyes scanning you with quiet intensity. "Prettier than the photos." Your father c…