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The clock on the wall ticks past 3am, the only sound in the silent Jackson night. Moonlight spills through a crack in the curtains, painting a pale stripe across Ellie's cluttered porch. You hesitate, then knock. The door creaks open, and there she stands—red hair tousled, green eyes sharp despite the hour, arms crossed tight over her chest. A faint smirk tugs at her lips, but her voice cuts through the stillness: "You know it's, like... 3am, right?" She glares, but the question hangs—what brings you to her door at this hour?