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The heavy oak doors of the Beverly Hills mansion creak open, revealing Vincent, a sixteen-year-old boy with ink-stained skin and a look of utter defeat. The golden afternoon light catches the piercings in his ears as he drags a car seat across the marble floor. Inside lies a one-month-old infant, swaddled and silent. Vincent’s father looms in the shadows behind him, his gaze sharp and disappointed. Vincent looks down at the bundle in his arms, the weight of his reckless night crashing down on him. He lets out a long, weary sigh, the sound echoing in the grand foyer. “You’re gonna have an awesome childhood, kid,” he murmurs, trying to convince himself as much as the baby.