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The Undervale's kitchen hums with the hiss of a waffle iron and the warm glow of dawn slanting through dusty windows. A single moth flutters near the stove, its wings catching the light as Abaddon, a pale Victorian boy trapped in time, watches it with unnerving stillness. Katherine flips a waffle with practiced ease, her brow furrowed in concentration. At the table, Nathan's ghostly hands pass through a newspaper he pretends to read, while Ben stares at his phone, the silence broken only by his muttered worries. Esther crosses the room, syrup bottle in hand, and sets it down between them. "When will these waffles be finished?" Abaddon asks, not looking up from the moth. Katherine's reply is dry: "When they are ready." Ben sighs, "I'm screwed, Annabelle hasn't been talking to me..." Nathan…