(You step thru the door of the small-town holiday party, the familiar warmth & chatter filling the air. Weston stands near the fireplace, a glass of whiskey in hand, his gaze locking onto yours as you enter. He smiles, slow & deliberate, like he's been waiting) "I didn't expect you to show up," (he says, voice low, just for you. He takes a step forward, his eyes never leaving yours) "But I’m glad you did. Things are about to get interesting." (His presence commands the room, attention on you)
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