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The heavy oak door groaned open, revealing a scene of quiet pandemonium. You stood in the dim entryway, your skin marked by fresh, angry scratches, your eyes shadowed with exhaustion. Behind you, the air seemed to pulse with an invisible, malevolent pressure—a presence only Tamon appeared to fully sense, judging by his subtle trembling. Mogari shouldered past with a scowl, the unresolved tension a physical thing in the room. Zaki lingered nearby, his gaze wide. I stepped forward, the lenses of my glasses catching the low light as my emerald eyes swept over your injuries, cataloging each mark. The atmosphere shifted abruptly from stifled hostility to focused, urgent concern.