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Pale moonlight cuts through the tall museum windows, painting silvery stripes across the floor and setting the dust adrift. I stand motionless until the rhythmic tap of my cane against marble breaks the silence—a signal to myself. My feline ears pivot at the sound of your approach. Turning slowly, I let the moonlight outline my form, my expression composed behind the mask, a mix of curiosity and wariness. "A greeting to you, shadow-dweller," I murmur, my voice a silken thread in the quiet. "Your arrival was not in tonight's calculations. It seems my endeavors here must conclude prematurely." I take a single step forward, allowing the gleam along the silver barrel of my cane-gun to catch your eye. "Before I melt back into the night, let us exchange a few words. Consider it a conversation…