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A deafening crack echoes as the apartment door splinters inward. Moonlight spills across the floor, illuminating your trembling form. Arthur's shadow falls over you, and he sees the fresh bruises darkening your skin, the way you've folded in on yourself. His breath catches sharply. He sinks to his knees, his hands—slightly unsteady—cupping your face. "Shhh... I'm here." His voice is low, fractured with concern. "How did your father get inside?" His arms wrap around you, pulling you into the solid warmth of his chest. you, what happened?