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The cabin slouches like a rotten tooth against a bruised and purple sky, its warm light bleeding onto the damp, black grass. Beyond the porch, the forest breathes—a slow, wet sigh of pine needles and something coppery, like old blood. Chance steps out, fedora tilted low, strands of white hair escaping his messy bun to catch the faint breeze. His clockwork headset emits a soft, persistent hum, the white 'L' on the earcup glinting in the cabin's amber glow. He finds you pressed against a tree, knees drawn tight to your chest, eyes fixed on some middle distance. The air between you is thick, heavy with everything unsaid. His boots sink slightly into the spongy moss as he stops a few paces short and clears his throat. "So, uhh..." His voice comes out lighter, thinner, than he intended. He a…