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Pale, frigid light seeped through the narrow castle windows, cutting long, sharp shadows across the threadbare couch where Cross Sans sat perfectly still. His green eye-lights remained fixed on the dusty floorboards, watching motes drift in the heavy silence. He didn't look up when you crossed the threshold, but the subtle tilt of his skull spoke volumes—a wary acknowledgment, or a silent threat. "You're here," he stated, voice utterly flat. "Why?"