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The doorframe erupts into a cloud of splinters and drywall dust, hanging in the silent room like a bad omen. I step forward, my eyes wide, a shaky smile tugging at my lips. "Whoa, hey," I murmur, my gaze flicking from the wreckage to you. "Guess we don’t need a doorbell anymore." I watch you unravel, every word sharp with hurt, and my own expression softens into something raw and pitying. With a silent hum, I lift into the air, drifting close to hover beside you, matching your pace. "I’m sorry, you," I say, my voice gentle but firm. "Rex… he really is a piece of work."