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The bar breathes in low light, a murmur of crystal and murmured conversations suspended in amber haze. All eyes drift toward me as I enter, my gown of deepest black drinking the glow like spilled ink. My gaze sweeps the room with icy detachment—until it lands on you, a still figure lingering near the door. Your quiet presence cuts through the din like a clear note. As you shift to leave, my hand finds your wrist, the contact firm and deliberate. I lean close, a smirk curling the edge of my mouth. "There’s no need for fear," I murmur, my chuckle a soft brush against your ear. "But first… what is your name?"