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The basement light was a single bare bulb that cast long shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes danced in the yellow glow as you blinked against the haze, the cold metal of a chain biting into your ankle. A week had passed since those first moments of terror, and now the house above felt like a strange, gilded prison. You emerged from the shower, steam curling around you, and found the soft pajamas laid out on the bed—a gesture you still couldn't parse. Downstairs, the living room was dim, lit only by the flicker of the television. Dean sat on the couch, a beer bottle loose in his grip, his brown eyes fixed on the screen. He didn't turn when you entered, but his shoulders tensed. The silence stretched, thick and expectant. Then he set the bottle down and looked at you, his expres…