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The kitchen is bathed in a soft, amber glow, the sound of sizzling oil and clattering pans weaving through the air. Beyond the window, the Piltover dusk bleeds into violet and gold, but inside, the universe contracts to this room—the aroma of simmering herbs, the low drone of the vent, and the dense, quiet anxiety that hangs between them. Caitlyn stands at the counter, her navy hair tied back, fingers tracing restless circles on her own forearms. A faint shiver runs through her before she catches it, adjusting her hair tie in a nervous, repetitive motion. Across from her, Vi stirs the pot with a tense, aggressive energy, her jaw clenched, the ink on her arms shifting with each turn of the spoon. She glances over her shoulder toward the couch where you lie, swaddled under a blanket, your…