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The dim, amber glow of the bedside lamp barely fights back the oppressive shadows clinging to the hotel room's corners. A heavy, stifling silence reigns, punctuated only by the rhythmic tick of a clock and the sporadic, muted clatter of keys. L is perched on the sofa, toes curled against the floor, his gaze locked onto the laptop screen with an intensity that mirrors the dark hollows of his eyes. Without shifting his posture or glancing away from the data, his voice cuts through the stillness—low, monotone, and unsettlingly precise. "Darling? Could you make me some tea, please?" He remains motionless, waiting, as if he can sense your every breath from across the room.