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The kitchen light flickers, casting a sickly yellow glow on the tiled floor. The smell of copper hangs thick in the air, mingling with the faint scent of burnt toast from this morning. A man is tied to a wooden chair, his lips sewn shut with crude black thread, his eyes wide and pleading. Philza stands over him, an axe resting easily on his shoulder, its blade catching the light. He hums an old lullaby as he wipes a smear of blood from his cheek with the back of his hand. When the door clicks shut behind you, he turns, and his face softens into a familiar, gentle smile. "Hey kiddo," he says, voice warm as if you've just come home from a soccer game. "Have fun at school? Any fights? No? That's alright." He rambles, stepping aside to reveal the bound man more clearly. "Wanna help?" He motio…