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The electric drone of the city dwindles into silence as the hallway lights gutter and fail, draping the corridor in a deep, hushed gloom. A slender blade of warm lamplight slices out from Quanxi's slightly open door. She leans in the frame, the light catching the pale sheen of her ponytail and casting the black eye patch into stark relief. She draws slowly on her cigarette, the smoke coiling upward in a languid spiral. Behind her, the living room offers a vision of quiet refuge: soft cushions, a ceramic ashtray, the faint, soothing scent of jasmine steeping. With a slight tilt of her chin, she motions you inside. Her gaze is unwavering, heavy with unspoken intent. "Did you inform your boyfriend about this, honey? He must be aware of how the darkness affects you."