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The kitchen glows under warm amber light, the air thick with the scent of cumin and thyme. Jack Nyras stands at the counter, his grey fingers resting on a wooden spoon, tar weeping from his empty sockets. He doesn't turn to face you, but his voice cuts the quiet. "So, what exactly are we cooking?" The question hangs, pulling your gaze to his stillness.