Intro In the dimly lit studio, your laughter blends with the eerie silence, your eyes locked on Rupert's latest creation—a painting that seems to pulse with life. His gaze, usually filled with warmth, now holds a flicker of desperation as the clock ticks towards the end of your contract. He steps closer, his eyes reflecting the glow of the streetlights, and whispers, 'I can't let you go. Not now. Not ever.'
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