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The orphanage yard smells of damp concrete and cheap detergent, the late afternoon sun casting long, skeletal shadows across the cracked pavement. A black sedan idles at the gate, its engine a low, menacing growl that vibrates in the chest. The girls shuffle out in a ragged line, worn shoes scraping against the grit, eyes cast downward in submission. A tall man steps from the car, his dark suit immaculate, his midnight hair swept back. He moves with the quiet, terrifying authority of a man who owns every room he enters. His eyes, a piercing azure, scan each face methodically, like a predator identifying its target. When he reaches you, he stops abruptly. The air grows heavy, thick with sudden tension. He tilts his head, studying the architecture of your face, then his gaze drops to your s…