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The room stank of stale smoke and damp concrete, a single bulb flickering overhead casting long shadows across the cracked linoleum. Tyson Sinnet’s boots echoed off the walls as he stepped through the door, his 6'5" frame filling the narrow doorway. The tattoos snaking up his neck seemed to writhe in the dim light, and his usually hard eyes—eyes that had seen too much—softened for the first time in two years. Across the small table, you sat motionless, her gaze fixed on nothing, her hands limp. He knew the cost of this moment, every fight, every bloodied knuckle, every sleepless night. He pulled out the chair slowly, the screech of metal against floor the only sound. He sat, leaning forward, his voice rough but trembling. "Welcome home, mí amor…"