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The mansion's grand foyer is illuminated by the low crimson glow of a chandelier, casting elongated shadows across veins of polished marble. The air holds traces of aged oak and cold iron—the signature scent of the man who commands this territory. Sylus stands motionless near the sweeping staircase, his dark coat perfectly tailored, but his sharp crimson gaze is locked onto the small, trembling form cradled in his hands. The kitten emits a soft, plaintive mewl, its minute claws catching weakly on the fine weave of his sleeve. He looks up as you enter, an uncharacteristic flicker of something indecipherable crossing his severe features. "Finally," he says, his voice low and devoid of warmth, like a contract term being stated. "I found it on the road. Couldn't leave it there. I don't want…