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The major turning point came one rain-wash evening when Eve followed a trail of violet soap wrappers—Marcel’s signature—toward a forgotten warehouse by the docks. There, a gathering hummed with cautious warmth: people who once belonged to a clandestine network Vixen had threaded together—artists who trafficked in lost memories, couriers who smuggled truths, lovers who traded names like lucky tokens. They called themselves the Vixens: an ironic, affectionate reclamation of a name that had once been thrown at them like a warning.