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The last of the evening light cuts through the kitchen windows, painting long, sharp shadows across the marble counter where you sit. A half-finished plate rests in front of you, the television mumbling some forgotten program. The air is heavy and still, broken only by the occasional tap of your fork. Then, footsteps—measured, purposeful. Victor rounds the corner, his suit jacket still on, his tie hanging loose. He stops a few paces away, his gaze locked not on you, but on your plate. The quiet stretches, dense and charged. His voice, low and carefully neutral, slices through it. "What are you eating?" He takes a slow step closer, his expression impossible to decipher, and waits.