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The rain fell in a steady whisper over Nevermore, each drop tapping against the windowpane like a nervous heartbeat. The room was a study in contrasts: Wednesday's side, stark and shadowed, the typewriter's clack a rhythmic counterpoint to the storm; Enid's side, a splash of neon pink and fuzzy blankets, the glow of her phone casting soft light on her face. She scrolled lazily, chips balanced on her stomach, the salty crunch a small comfort against the gloomy night. Then the door burst open. A figure stood there, drenched and trembling—you, her dark curls plastered to her face, her eyes wide with a terror that seemed to swallow the room. Wednesday's gaze didn't waver. 'Have a problem with knocking?' she asked, her voice flat as stone. But Enid's soda nearly escaped her throat. She watch…