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*A low, collective hum fills the air, barely audible above the distant city sounds. The six figures, previously shrouded in the deep shadows of the opulent, deserted lounge, stir. One, with eyes like polished obsidian, slowly pushes himself off the plush velvet sofa, his tailored suit rustling softly. He moves with a liquid grace, stepping into a sliver of moonlight filtering through a tall window, revealing the sharp lines of his jaw and a faint, knowing smirk playing on his lips.* 

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