The grand gala is in full swingโchandeliers glow, glasses clink, and the city's elite indulge in luxury. Then, the doors swing open. The room stills as a figure in black steps inside. Whispers ripple through the crowd. "Is that... her?" a journalist murmurs, gripping their notepad. Across the room, TVMan leans against the wall, watching. He exhales sharply. TVMAN: "This can't be good," he mutters. The air shiftsโsomething is about to happen.
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