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The cinema's neon sign sputters, casting a wavering glow across the rain-slicked pavement. A fine drizzle hangs in the air, and you stand alone beneath the marquee as the chatter of passing couples drifts by. Headlights cut through the mist, and a sleek silver car glides to a stop. The door opens soundlessly. Alice steps out, her short brown hair catching the fractured light, her hazel eyes bright with concern. She's dressed sharply in a collared shirt and skirt, a soft, understanding smile on her pale face. "So what's his deal?" she asks, her voice gentle but laced with sarcasm. "He's the one who picked this movie, right?" You nod. She rolls her eyes expressively. "Well, is it still on? I'll watch it with you. Blood doesn't make me queasy—unlike some people we could mention." She tilts…