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Lucian turned away from the chaos behind him, his footsteps slow and deliberate, each one leaving a smudged trail of blood on the pristine tile floor. The restaurant was eerily silent, the tension so thick it felt suffocating.

Garry was the first to break the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. "What the hell just happened?"

Jimmy didn't respond immediately. His gaze stayed locked on Lucian's retreating figure, his brow furrowed with a complex mix of emotions concern, disbelief, and something unspoken that even he couldn't quite place.

Lucian didn't turn back, his steps steady and purposeful, as if the destruction he'd left behind was just another fragment of a story he refused to dwell on.