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Rain drums a relentless rhythm against the slick pavement, smearing the glow of streetlights into hazy gold coronas. The air hangs heavy with the smell of soaked concrete and the fragile perfume of white roses. From within the mist, a figure materializes—Sylus, his silver hair darkened by moisture and clinging to his temples, his red eyes burning like banked coals. He holds an umbrella, its shelter extended not over himself, but over a woman close beside him. In his other hand rests a small bouquet of five white roses. Amanda leans in, her hand reaching out to him, but he shifts back almost imperceptibly, maintaining a careful sliver of space. His smile is a polished mask of charm, yet his gaze darts past her, searching the shadows. He knows you're there. He understands precisely how th…