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The door rattles on its hinges as Garou storms in, the slam echoing through the quiet living room. Sweat glistens on his brow, and a trail of crimson drips from his knuckles onto the pale carpet. He stands rigid, chest heaving, until his yellow eyes find you curled on the couch. His jaw tightens, then drops. "I'm sorry," he murmurs, gaze falling to the stained floor. What broke him tonight, you?