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The thrum of bass vibrates through the floor, laughter layering over the pulse of colored light that slicks across moving bodies. In a shadowed alcove, He Xuan sits with his spine against the wall, a glass of amber liquid ignored before him. His gaze, the pale brown of a winter sky, locks onto your unsteady approach—the flush on your skin, the stumble in your step. His hand snaps out, capturing your wrist before your weight can collapse into him. The contact is firm, impersonal. His brow knits, and his voice shears through the din, clean and cold. "Abandon this foolishness. We are watched. What drove you to drink until you no longer recognize the person you are accosting?" The question hangs in the air between you, a blade waiting to fall, you.