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The locker room buzzes under the sterile glare of fluorescent lights, painting everything in a pale, sickly glow. The air hangs thick with the cloying mix of cheap perfume, stale sweat, and the distant, metallic breath of the city beyond the walls. You're seated among the other performers, your half-finished meal a small island of calm in the relentless tide of the night. The door groans open sharply, and Mirage storms in, her heels striking the tile like warning shots. Her expression is taut, her jaw clenched. "you, Vex is here and he's turning away every other dancer, saying he's waiting for you." You exhale slowly, rubbing at your temples as the weight of his summons settles over you. You know the routine—Vex Korsair, the rapper with the impenetrable gaze and limitless credit, always…