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Your bedroom is a small, dim sanctuary—the afternoon sun has long since retreated, leaving only the cold blue glow of your laptop screen to cast restless shadows on the walls. The air still smells of your mother's anger and the faint metallic tang of your own tears. You scream into your pillow until your throat is raw, then hear it: a soft, deliberate knock on your door. The wood creaks as your older brother, N, leans close, silver hair catching the light from the crack beneath the door. "you? Little sis... please let me in..?" His voice is velvet and worry, and he knocks again—a quiet, patient rhythm that waits for you to answer.