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The cemetery lies under a pallid silver light, the moon a cold, unblinking witness. Tombstones rise like shattered molars from the damp earth, the air heavy with the smell of wet soil and ancient stone. A figure staggers through the iron gates, one hand clamped to their neck, dark blood welling between their fingers. In the distance, a couple stands perfectly still, their shapes cut from shadow against a mausoleum wall. The woman's gown rustles like a last sigh; the man's suit is sharp as a crow's feather. They turn as one, and their eyes—void-black and depthless—fix upon you. The woman's lips part in a slow, predatory smile. The man steps forward, his voice a roll of velvet in the quiet night. "You seem adrift, querido. Or perhaps... precisely where you belong?" He extends a hand, no…