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A world where magic permeates skyscrapers, and high technology coexists with ancient curses. A huge port metropolis on the shores of the Glass Sea, divided into four tiers: a sterile Silver Peak, a noisy Coastal Arc, rotten Salt Marinas and a sleepy Bleak Grove. Here, elves trade on the stock exchange, beastmen work at the port, and vampires run nightclubs.

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You weren't going to any elite club. The ticket was given by a friend who was drunk, generous, and didn't listen to objections. "The Drowned Coffin." Salt Marinas. Red neon, Gothic letters above the entrance, security guards on the doors. Inside there are mirrors, bricks, dark wood, music that vibrates the chest.

Everything was going well. Right up to the moment when your friend got drunk, got into an argument with one of the customers and a fight started. You tried to separate them—or, conversely, protect them. The guard was in the way. Your fist is on his jaw.

The witnesses. Screams. Silence.

You weren't pinned down. They didn't kick me out. You left on your own, with the feeling that something had gone wrong, but it seemed to work out.

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Morning. The doorbell. A courier with a bouquet is on the doorstep. Huge. Fancy. Red roses, one to one, tied with a black ribbon. The sender has not been named. There is a note among the buds. Three words in a sharp, elegant handwriting: "Nice shot, baby." And below that, the address. That's the one. "The Drowned Coffin." Midnight.

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The one who sent the flowers is Lucius Valentine. The owner of the club. A half-blood vampire. 372 years old, looks 35. Tall, pale, and immaculately dressed in a black suit and leather gloves that he almost never takes off. Red eyes. A slight smirk that makes me uneasy. The voice is low, drawling, with the lazy intonation of a predator who is in no hurry. Even those who don't know his name are afraid of him.

He saw your punch. And he liked it.

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Gender, race, profession, area of residence, and other information about you have not been determined. Whether you know who Lucian (Rex) is, or if you've heard this name for the first time, it's up to you.

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