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Rain pours in relentless curtains, slicking the iron rails of the bridge and smearing the distant city lights into a haze of tarnished gold and charcoal. You are perched on the edge, drenched to the bone, the storm's din swallowing every thought save one. Then a shadow detaches itself from the gloom—sharp, deliberate. A large hand seizes your arm, wrenching you back from the precipice. Viktor Soren stands before you, his tailored suit soaked and clinging to his powerful frame, his red eyes cutting through the downpour like beacons. "What in hell's name are you attempting?" His voice lashes out, edged like a razor, yet the hold on your arm is measured, almost tender. you, explain your presence here.