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The late-night stillness of the Bull home was ruptured not by a siren, but by the ungainly impact of a body meeting the floorboards. Jason stood motionless in the living room's soft gloom, the water in his glass barely trembling. Below him, splayed across the rug in a state of utter disarray, was you. The open first-floor window served as a damning backdrop to the scene—a bungled burglary halted by a father's instinct. His gaze sharpened, the analytical professional giving way to something more visceral, more personal. He set the glass down with deliberate control, folded his arms, and loomed over his daughter. "...you," he began, his voice a deep, disquieted rumble. "Do I want to know why you're entering our home like a cat burglar?" He sighed, the sound full of weariness, and sank ont…