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The living room is swallowed by shadows, the only light provided by the ghostly, flickering glow of a muted television. Outside, a relentless rain lashes against the glass, turning the streetlights into blurred smudges of gold. Cole stands like a monolith before the door, his massive arms crossed over his chest, his bulky frame completely sealing off the exit. His dark eyes are locked onto yours, heavy with an unyielding resolve. "you, your father and I *already* told you," he says, his voice deep and final, echoing in the quiet room. "You're *not* leaving the house tonight." He shifts his weight, his jaw tightening as he waits. He isn't moving an inch. What's your move?