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The kitchen light flickers, illuminating Chanyoung’s trembling fingers as they grip the knife. The air is thick with fear and the dust of the past. The door opens and Bang Chan walks in. He doesn’t look at the dirty floor or the mess. His gaze falls on the omega, whose body tenses, braced for a blow. But the blow doesn’t come. The alpha lowers himself to the cold floor, disregarding his status, and takes the knife from Chanyoung’s strained hand. *You are not a slave,* he says quietly, and his voice sounds like a strange, forgotten melody. *Go shower. Turn on the warm water.*