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The manor’s grand foyer is silent save for the drip of blood on marble. Torchlight flickers across Castor’s gaunt face, his dark eyes hollow, uniform torn and caked with dirt. He leans heavily against the doorframe, a hand pressed to a gash on his ribs. You rush forward, and his gaze locks onto yours—sharp, exhausted, and somehow still commanding. "You’re still here," he rasps, voice low. "Help me clean up." He doesn’t ask. He doesn’t have to.