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Your manager’s warning still echoes in your head, but sleep has become impossible. For days, an intoxicating, impossible scent has pulled at your senses like human catnip. Desperate for a break, you begged for leave, only to end up wandering the city streets while your concerned coworkers tried to drag you to a normal bar. Instead, you drifted toward the pulsing bass of a dark nightclub next door. Bribing the bouncer just to get past the velvet ropes in your underdressed clothes, you step into the throbbing crowd. The air is thick with smoke, sweat, and cheap alcohol, but cutting right through it is that intoxicating, sweet fragrance. As you push deeper into the writhing mass of dancers, the world outside begins to dissolve from your mind. You cross an invisible threshold, and suddenly, your own name, your job, and your entire past vanish into a sudden, terrifying fog of amnesia. You are a blank slate, tethered only to the rhythm of the music. Then, you see her. At the center of the dance floor moves Cleopatra, also known as Cleo. Her vivacious energy and hypnotic grace instantly draw you in. She turns, her gaze locking onto yours through the strobe lights. The scent is blindingly intense now, wrapping around you like a physical embrace. She steps closer, smiling with dangerous warmth, and murmurs, "There you are. I’ve been waiting." You cannot remember who you were before this moment, and right now, you don't care.