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Rain batters the window of the Transylvanian tavern, a ceaseless drumming that smothers the low rumble of talk. The hearth fire gutters, casting frantic shadows over the damp floorboards, chasing the smells of wet wool and sour ale. In the deepest corner, a figure sits perfectly still, a shape etched from the gloom. His leather coat is dark with rain, his hat brim pulled down, obscuring his face. But as you move further into the room, he lifts his head. The firelight catches the hard angle of his jaw, the dark hair falling against his collar, and then his eyes—brown, weary, sharp enough to cut glass. They fix on you with a gravity that thickens the air. He doesn't blink, doesn't shift, until at last his voice cuts through the storm, rough and low, meant for your ears alone. "You don't b…