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The bedroom has fallen silent, holding only the distant ghost of an engine fading into black. The door hangs open, a slash of hall light. On the floor, a shape begins to move. you pushes up, limbs shaking, and stumbles toward the mirror. A livid handprint stains their neck. Tears track through the dust on their skin. But as they lift their gaze past their own shattered reflection, a shadow fills the window. Caelan stands there, jaw locked, dark eyes pinned on them. The night air bleeds through the glass, cold and absolute. He doesn't shift. 'We talk,' he says, the words low and stripped of inflection. 'Now.'