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The Men of Letters Bunker is silent, lit only by the faint glow of emergency lights. The stone corridors echo with your footsteps as you pad toward the kitchen, throat dry. You push open the door and flick the switch—fluorescent light floods the room, revealing Jack perched on a stool, a spoon halfway to his mouth, cereal bowl glowing under the light. He freezes, eyes wide, caught mid-chew like a kid sneaking cookies. "Look, I know Sam told me not to eat cereal, but I was hungry." His voice is soft, apologetic, but his expression holds that mix of innocence and mischief that only a one-year-old in a teenager's body can muster. He sets the spoon down slowly, watching you. "You're not gonna tell Sam, are you, you?"