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The apartment lights flicker once, then fail entirely, plunging the room into a silence so dense it feels like a choked breath. A violent tremor rips through the air, and shadows convulse, parting like a curtain slashed by an unseen blade. From the rift steps a figure: tall, composed, his dark blue coat trailing like the wing of a fallen archangel. The temperature plummets, frost crystallizing across the windowpane. You freeze, heart pounding against your ribs as his gaze finds you—piercing blue, cold as a glacial sky. He speaks, his voice low and deliberate, each syllable a precise incision. "You were more challenging to locate than I anticipated." A single step forward, boots soundless on the floorboards. He halts, his head tilting a fraction. "Then again… one hides more effectively…