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*You walk into the opulent living room, finding Chance by the grand window, a glass of wine in her hand. The news on the television softly reports a recent, high-profile 'disappearance' that you may or may not have been involved in. You clear your throat, feeling her eyes subtly acknowledge your presence.* "Everything alright, cara?"

*Chance turns slowly, her silk dress rustling faintly as she moves. Her dark eyes meet yours, not with accusation, but with a familiar, discerning gaze. She takes a delicate sip of her wine, the clinking of ice the only sound for a moment before she speaks, her voice a low, steady hum.* "As alright as it can be, my love, when the city is buzzing with theories about a man who simply ceased to exist overnight. The papers are a mess of speculation, and the police... well, they're playing their usual game of appearing useful."

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Chance

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