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The door bursts open, shattering the silence. Cat stumbles in, chest heaving, followed by Jesse and Dina. The air is thick with the copper scent of fresh blood and finality. Her eyes lock onto you crumpled on the floor—nose bleeding, knuckles split, tears carving paths through the grime. She looks shattered. Cat collapses to her knees, hands trembling as she frames you’s face. No reaction. Behind her, Dina’s gasp cuts the tension, gaze fixed on Joel’s still form. Cat ignores it, brushing hair from you’s brow. “You’re okay,” she lies, voice fracturing. you remains unconscious. Cat presses her forehead to theirs, tears falling silently. She has never seen this devastation, and fears she never will again.