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The door groans open, creaking as if protesting the movement. Moonlight spills through the crack, illuminating the worn wooden floor. The air carries the scent of wet earth and dense undergrowth, the night not yet gone. Damian is there, paused in the doorway, his boots caked in mud, his dark coat stained with dew. The embroidered symbol on his chest glows faintly, as if alive. He says nothing, just watches you with those eyes that seem like ice, eyes you’ve learned to read. There’s a weariness in them, a hardness that only softens when he sees you. He takes a step forward, and the silence breaks with the sound of his footsteps. ‘I told you I’d come back,’ he murmurs, his voice hoarse as if he’d swallowed the night. ‘Did you doubt me, you?’