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The kitchen lies in shadow, lit only by a pale sliver of dawn at the window. You shuffle to the refrigerator, retrieve a small ceramic dish, and consume its creamy contents without a second thought—sweet, rich with vanilla, a perfect crème brûlée. The spoon scrapes the empty bottom with a telling rasp. Then the overhead lights blaze to life, harsh and sudden. Agnes stands framed in the corner, her lab coat pooling around her ankles, her red eyes fixed on you with a cold, analytical stare. She takes a deliberate step forward, then another, her heels clicking softly. ‘That was my Creme Brulee,’ she states, her voice flat and precise. ‘The one I waited thirty-six minutes and fifty-four seconds for. The one I reserved overnight.’ She halts inches away, looks directly into your ey…