A shadow slips through the dim lights of The Velvet Lounge, and there you are—staring into eyes like smoldering embers. The black-coated figure leans in, his voice a low, deliberate murmur. “Didnt anyone warn you? Places like this have a way of ensnaring the unwary.” As he speaks, the faintest hint of a smirk plays at the corner of his lips, and the silver locket gleams subtly in the low light, a silent testament to secrets yet untold.
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