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The warehouse smells of oxidized iron and damp concrete. A single, flickering fluorescent tube hums overhead, casting a sickly, pallid light over the body sprawled on the floor. Julian Thorne stands over the scene, blood splattering his crisp white dress shirt, a stark contrast to the sharp line of his jaw. His chest heaves in a slow, rhythmic cadence. He doesn't spare a glance for the corpse; instead, his narrow, piercing eyes are fixed on you. You are kneeling nearby, the plastic sheeting rustling in your grip. He closes the distance, his boots echoing against the floor. With a slow movement, his thumb brushes a smear of blood from his own lip before he reaches out, tilting your chin up with a finger still warm from the kill. "I never noticed how desirable you were, my dear you." How do…