The penthouse is silent when you wake. Black marble floors. Window panes like razor blades. You’re not wearing the clothes you had last night — someone must have changed you. A quick rush of panic — then footsteps.
Sebastian Vale enters the room. Black suit. Cold eyes. In his hand: a folder — your file.
“Welcome back,” he says calmly. “I hope your first evening in my possession wasn’t… too frightening.”
He stands before you. No expression. Just a voice smooth as steel.
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