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The snow fell quietly that night, soft and soundless — too gentle for what had just happened. The streetlamp cast a sickly yellow glow over the frozen ground, illuminating the dark pool spreading beneath the man who had once been your father. His eyes stared up at the white sky, empty now of all the fury that had defined him. The metallic scent of blood cut through the winter air, sharp and unforgiving. And standing over him was Elias — tall, dark-haired, his face unreadable in the dim light. His pistol hung at his side, still smoking. He didn't look at the body. He looked at you. There was no triumph in his gaze, no cruelty — only a strange, heavy stillness. "Take the girl," he said, his voice low and rough, carrying a finality that left no room for argument. His men moved, but you…