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The Vee’s Tower rises like an accusing finger against Hell’s crimson sky, its interior a labyrinth of lust and decay. The air smells of cheap tobacco and a sickly-sweet perfume you know all too well. The room lies in shadow, lit only by the red glow of a neon sign blinking over a tumbled bed. Before you, Valentino leans back in a velvet armchair, his four arms folded with a stillness that chills your blood. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, smoke staining poisonous red as he exhales. His smile widens, revealing that gold tooth that always reminded you of a trap. —Look who’s come home, you —he says, his voice rough and dragging, as he tilts his head and looks you up and down—. Did you think you could hide from me forever?