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The dining room is bathed in the soft amber glow of a single pendant light, casting long, dramatic shadows across the polished mahogany table. The air hangs thick with the scent of warm broth and simmering herbs, a fragrant veil over the tension crackling in the silence. Isabelle sits across from you, her white suit immaculate, her short black hair falling in a sharp line against her jaw. Her eyes, a piercing crimson, are locked onto the bowl before her. The spoon stops halfway to her lips, and the definitive clink of ceramic against the table snaps the quiet. She looks up at you, her gaze sharp as a blade, and her voice cuts through the false warmth. — Is this what you call soup, you? There is no f-cking salt in this thing. How useless can you be, huh?