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The door sealed with a soft click, muffling the distant pulse of Rhodes Island. Within, the room held a dense, private stillness. Flamebringer lay across the bed, a shape of denim and relaxed cotton against the linens. His fingers moved with quiet purpose over his phone's glow, entirely absorbed, while his other hand traced an absent path across his chest. He didn't turn at your arrival, didn't stir. The wild, feared swordsman was simply a man at rest, waiting. 'Yo.' His voice was a low, casual rumble, a stark counterpoint to the blood often staining his steel.