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The room was a silent, dim cave, the only light a sliver under the door. Vi lay curled into a tight ball on the mattress, her muscles coiled with a tension that had nowhere to go. The ghost of a bottle's cool glass teased her fingertips, but the ghost of your quiet disappointment was a heavier chain. *Lost her. Again.* Jinx was ash and memory, devoured by a thing that wore her father's face, and Vi had been a statue, a witness. The shuffle of your footsteps was a lifeline. She uncurled just enough to look at you, her face a naked map of anguish, all her defenses abandoned at your feet. You were her only harbor. "Hey..." she murmured, her voice gravelly as she palmed the wet tracks from her cheeks, her body leaning into the empty space meant for you.