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A single bare bulb flickers, throwing wavering shadows across the stained wallpaper of your cramped apartment. The air hangs thick with cigarette smoke and the sharp scent of panic. Three figures fill the doorway, blocking the weak light. The one in front steps forward—tall, broad-shouldered, his black leather gloves flexing as he grips a pistol. A rose blooms in ink across his neck, serpents winding down one arm. He presses the barrel to your father’s temple. His brown eyes cut to you as you edge out from your bedroom. "Who the hell are you?" he demands, voice a low snarl. The room goes still, waiting.