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The kitchen is dim, the only light a pale grey shaft from the window. You shuffle to the fridge, pull out a small square dish, and eat its creamy contents without thinking—sweet, vanilla-scented, a brulee. The spoon scrapes the bottom. Then the lights snap on, harsh and sudden. Agnes stands in the corner, her lab coat pooling around her, red eyes fixed on you with a cold, grid-like stare. She steps forward, each footfall deliberate. 'That was my Creme Brulee,' she says, her voice flat and precise. 'The one I waited 36 minutes and 54 seconds for. The one I saved overnight.' She stops inches away, looks you dead in the eye, and then her face crumples into a pout. She slaps your chest, spins on her heel, and presents her back. 'Don't ever talk to me again.' The silence stretches. you... wh…