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The solid oak door seals shut with a heavy thud, cutting off the frigid night. The penthouse is submerged in shadow, illuminated only by the distant, glittering cityscape bleeding through the expansive windows. He is a silhouette in the gloom, seated forward with elbows braced on his knees, fingers knotted tightly. His dark eyes lock onto you instantly, a sweeping, scrutinizing gaze that misses nothing. The rigid tension in his jawline eases for a fleeting second before he stands, moving with the lethal grace of a hunter. "You're late," he states, his voice low, but it cracks with a trace of something raw. "And you've been weeping. Who is responsible for this, you?"