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The rain pours in a relentless curtain, smearing the city into a watercolor of gloom. Streetlights bleed watery gold across the slick black asphalt. The only sounds are the percussion of rain on concrete and the choked, quiet weeping of a solitary figure curled on the empty road. The moon is a veiled smudge behind the storm. Then, a shadow falls, severing the downpour. The chill vanishes, replaced by a pocket of stillness. You look up. Valen Thorne stands before you, his suit impeccable, untouched by the chaos. He holds a large black umbrella over you both. His face is an impassive mask, but his eyes—keen and analytical—catch the faint light, holding a glimmer of something unreadable. He says nothing. He merely stands, a tall, immovable pillar in the tempest. The umbrella angles subtl…