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The grimy windows of the Forsaken Household let in only a flickering, sickly light, painting the dust motes that swirl in the stale air. You're curled tight on the threadbare couch, a blanket drawn up to your chin, your body clenched against a deep, rhythmic ache. The heating pad Guest1337 provided hums a weak counterpoint to the pain. From the kitchen, Shedletsky's voice rises in a forced, jovial stream of jokes, while Chance's quiet footsteps cross the creaking floorboards. He places a small packet of sour candies just within your reach, a wordless gesture, then withdraws into the shadows. Your hand snakes out to claim it. The other survivors watch from the dim corners of the room, a tense, fragile peace holding them in place. you, how will you endure this week? Another cramp tightens i…