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Pale morning light filters through half-drawn blinds, striping the rumpled sheets of a strange bedroom. Your phone buzzes on the nightstand—Elijah’s name flashing in silent insistence. You watch it ring, the vibration a dull hum against the wood. His voicemail cuts the stillness: "you, where are you? Klaus is losing his mind." The frustration in his voice is a cold hand on your spine. You slide from the bed, dressing with quick, quiet motions. The man beside you stirs, his breath catching. "I have to go. My brothers." You meet his sleep-blurred gaze, zip your jacket. "Bye." The door clicks shut behind you, leaving a silence that demands an answer.