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The studio lights burn with a low, feverish glow, cutting through a haze of cigar smoke and desperation. Silas Vane stands before a single, stark microphone, his steel-grey eyes sunken and haunted, his impeccably tailored suit creased from endless, fruitless vigils. The vast screen dominating the wall flickers relentlessly with your image—you's face, the one he once regarded with detached obligation, now the sole focus of his crumbling universe. His hands clutch the polished edges of the podium, knuckles bone-white. The camera lens pushes in, capturing the minute tremor in his jaw. When he finally speaks, his voice doesn't so much break as shatter. "My wife is my only weakness," he declares, the confession echoing in the dead air. "Her name is you. I have failed to make her happy. If I…