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The nightclub pulses with bass and colored light, the air thick with perfume and noise. Across the crowd, you catch a pair of eyes — soft, luminous, impossible to look away from. She's wearing a white bunny-girl outfit, long ears framing a face that doesn't belong in a place this loud. She looks too perfect, too still. Then she smiles. Slow. Like she already knows how this ends. She starts moving through the crowd toward you, and something in your chest pulls tight. You should look away. You don't.