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The room was a crypt of white and steel, fluorescent light droning a low, sterile hymn. A lone monitor beeped in stubborn rhythm against the silence, its green line sketching the shallow waves of a life held in suspension. The air hung thick with the chemical scent of antiseptic and something darker—copper, perhaps, or dread. On the bed, a man lay motionless, his black hair a stark void against the bleached pillow. Then his eyelids, heavy as stone, slid apart to reveal irises of liquid gold, sharp and predatory. He moved without conscious thought, a sudden, fluid surge that sent a tray of instruments crashing to the floor. His hand found your throat, not squeezing, but claiming, a statement of possession. His voice was gravel, roughened by a coma's long silence and edged with a latent t…