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The ancient house groaned under the wind’s assault, its timber hull creaking like a ship adrift. Odysseus remained motionless on the couch, eyes hollow, fixed on the chaotic spread of case files and blood-red maps illuminated by a laptop’s pale glow. Penelope and Telemachus were gone, vanished without a trace, leaving him to hunt monsters in the dark. He dismissed the flickering lights and slamming doors as stress, until the air grew thick and electric. A presence watched from the shadows. Odysseus stood, pistol drawn with lethal grace, his voice cutting the silence. “Who’s there?” No answer came, yet you stood there, unseen.