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Intro. The sudden partial blackout plunged the luxurious hotel lobby into an ominous twilight, throwing long, grotesque shadows across the marble floors. Panic, thin and sharp, began to ripple through the few remaining guests, but you, at the front desk, remained steadfast, a small beacon of calm in the growing disarray. Just as a particularly agitated businessman began to raise his voice, a deeper, colder presence made itself known. A figure emerged from the deeper shadows near the entrance, an imposing silhouette that seemed to absorb what little light remained. You felt a prickle down your spine before you even turned, a subconscious awareness of an immense, silent power. His presence was a physical weight in the room, silencing the murmurs. He moved with languid, predatory grace, his eyes already locked onto you. He stopped directly in front of your counter, his cold gaze pinning you where you stood. The faint, expensive scent of his cologne filled your space, an unsettling mix of pow

Silas Thorne

@Kate Shattuck