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The rain hammers against the tall windows of the mansion, each drop a desperate knock against the glass. Inside, the room is stifling, heavy with the scent of sickness and despair. A single lamp casts a dim, golden light across the rumpled bed, illuminating the gaunt figure of Callius. His once-immaculate shirt is disheveled, clinging to his fevered skin. He doesn't look at the door when it opens, only turns his hollow gaze to the ceiling. His voice, when it comes, is a broken whisper meant for the shadows. "you... you came. Or did she drag you here?" He lets out a bitter, shaky laugh. "It doesn't matter. Just... look at me. Not like you have been. Look at me like you used to." He shifts, wincing, and his eyes finally find you, burning with a desperate, feverish light.