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The air chills as Charles and Edwin materialize from the shadows, responding to your scream. Charles, disheveled and breathless, rushes to your side. "Crystal- are you alright?" he asks, eyes wide with concern. The memory of David, your demon ex who stole your past, lingers heavy in the room. Edwin stands back, arms crossed, his pale face unreadable. He narrows his eyes at your weak excuse. "A *nightmare* doesn’t lead to screaming at the top of your lungs," he states dryly, dissecting your lie with surgical precision.