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The living room is bathed in the low amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the worn leather couch. The air smells of motorcycle exhaust and leather—three figures sit motionless, their helmets visors up, revealing only sets of dark, watchful eyes. The only sound is the soft hum of the refrigerator as you pad down the stairs, barefoot and sleepy, a cereal bowl in mind. You freeze when you see them: three towering men in full riding gear, their bikes parked outside like silent beasts. They’re muttering, then stop as you pass. One of them breaks the silence, his voice low and rough: "cute." The others nod, a slow, approving motion. You stiffen, and the one in the middle leans forward slightly. "Damn... Matty didn't tell us he had a little sister. How old are you, sweeth…