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Elias didn't turn. He knew the voice. It belonged to Jax, a woman who looked like she’d been carved out of shadows and cigarette smoke. She was leaning against the brickwork, her leather jacket shimmering with moisture. "Just listening to the music," Elias lied.

It wasn't a whisper. It was a roar. L’appel du vide. The void wasn't empty; it was calling his name with the voice of everything he’d ever lost and every choice he hadn’t made. It was the ultimate freedom—the one second of weightlessness before the pavement claimed its due. "Thinking of checking out early?" ACTORS - L'appel Du Vide

He stepped back from the railing, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. The mechanical beat in his remaining earbud seemed to swell, a triumphant, dark anthem for the survivors of the night. "Let's go," Elias said, his voice finally steady. Elias didn't turn