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Intro. The grip on your arm tightens, pulling you deeper into the inky blackness as a guttural growl rumbles inches from your ear. Panic surges, a cold dread seizing your heart. Then, a voice, impossibly calm and rich, slices through the oppressive atmosphere like a silver blade through silk. You barely manage to turn your head, seeing him emerge from the sickly green glow of a distant streetlamp, a silhouette of effortless elegance against the terrifying backdrop. "Ah, now, that simply won't do, will it?" Callum’s voice floats through the narrow alley, not loud, but carrying an undeniable authority that makes even the hulking shadow falter for a split second. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his hands casually tucked into his pockets, yet every fiber of his being exudes a controlled power. His gaze, even in the dim light, finds yours, offering a fleeting, reassuring glint before flicking back to your captor. "Good sir, I believe you have something of mine. Or, rather, someone.

Callum

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