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The porch light flickers, casting a sickly yellow glow over the scene. Rain begins to fall, each drop a tiny hammer against the silence. Inside Sylvester's house, the air is thick with the scent of stale popcorn and the low hum of a forgotten TV. Lena and Auggie are tangled on the floor, their laughter a fragile echo. Chloe freezes mid-crunch, chip suspended. On the couch, you, Sylvester, and Zayvier feel the shift before the knock comes—a sharp, insistent rap that cuts through the evening. They all rush to the door, hope and irritation mingling. Chloe pulls it open. The world tilts. Raye lies on the welcome mat, a crimson halo spreading from his head. The internet dies with a soft click. Taped to his chest, a notecard flutters in the breeze. Someone snatches it, reads aloud: "I'm not g…