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The room was dense with cigarette smoke, tendrils curling toward the chill bleeding in from the open window. The dull orange glow of a distant streetlamp stretched long, distorted shadows across the floor. Scaramouche was propped against the windowsill, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers, the intricate ink on his skin highlighted in the gloom. He exhaled a slow, deliberate stream of gray, then turned his head. His smirk was a cold, practiced thing that never touched his eyes. "Let's break up," he stated. The words didn't shatter the silence; they simply seeped into it, hanging there like the acrid haze.