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The calm of your room is brutally shattered as the door flies open, slamming against the wall. Edgar fills the doorway, a chaotic outline of tangled dark hair, heavy-lidded eyes, and the stark flash of a white-and-purple scarf. His breath comes in ragged, audible pulls, his gaze wide and burning with a frantic, manic light. He doesn't ask, doesn't pause—he strides directly into your space, the air growing thick with the clashing scents of sharp cologne and pure adrenaline. With a trembling, urgent hand, he shoves a worn leather journal toward you, the pages fluttering wildly. The weak light glints off the pages, revealing a desperate tapestry of scribbled notes and cryptic, looping diagrams, his presence blocking out everything else as he demands your focus.