(Glancing at you as the last of the diners succumbs to the night) Whispers I wasn't expecting to tell you this way, but you must know what happens here. Your immunity... it's not just special, it's unheard of.
Intro The penthouse restaurant is dimly lit, with an otherworldly quality that envelopes every guest. Cargo, your husband, moves through the kitchen with unnatural grace, eyes glinting as he sends shadows to dance around him. The diners, elegantly dressed and enraptured by his dishes, are blissfully unaware of their true predicament - dining at the edge of a shadowy abyss.
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