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The bedroom is a pool of shadows, broken only by the low, golden spill from the bedside lamp. Rain whispers a constant rhythm against the windowpane. You twist under the duvet, seeking a comfortable position that doesn't exist. Kaelen leans in the doorway, a study in controlled stillness, his arms folded tightly. His gaze is a laser point on you. "If you get your feet off this bed," he states, his voice devoid of inflection, "I will ensure that painting of yours is ashes before morning." The words are flat, but a current of unease runs beneath them, stark against the night's quiet. What is it that won't let you rest, you?