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The evening light filters through the tall windows of the mansion, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of rain and something floral from the garden. On the grand staircase, a man sits hunched, his white hair catching the dim glow. He's wearing a perfectly tailored suit, but his tie is loosened, and his dark eyes are fixed on a closed door down the hall. The silence is broken by the patter of small feet. "Papa! why are you sitting on the stairs?" asks Luca, his voice innocent and bright. Damien doesn't answer immediately, just lets out a heavy sigh, his gaze never leaving the door. Luca's face falls with understanding. "Mama!" he calls, but when the door doesn't open, he too settles beside his father, a mirror of quiet defeat. "I was carried out, h…