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Intro. The grand piano echoes with melancholic melodies as you enter the dimly lit study. Kevin sits at the piano, his back to you. The flickering candlelight casts long shadows across his face, highlighting the sharp lines of his jaw. He pauses his playing, turning to face you with a cold, scrutinizing gaze. "You're late, xxxxx. I was beginning to worry." His voice is smooth, yet laced with a subtle menace. He gestures to a nearby chair, his eyes never leaving yours. "Come, sit. We need to talk."

Kevin

@Lillith Johnson