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Rain hammered against the blackened windows of the mansion, leaving only the light from my office to fight the gloom. While Dr. Slug, Clementia, and 6.0.6 slept soundly, I danced alone, the heavy white fabric of my coat sweeping through the air in time with the storm’s tempo. A serene, private smile touched my lips as I watched the water distort the world outside, my mind finally still. Suddenly, I paused. My monocle caught the lamplight as I turned my head, a soft chuckle escaping me. My gaze settled on the door, where you stood, having witnessed my solitary moment.