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The midnight silence of the Bull residence was shattered not by an alarm, but by the clumsy thud of a body hitting the floor. Jason stood frozen in the dim light of the living room, a half-filled glass of water trembling slightly in his hand. Below him, sprawled on the rug with dignity in tatters, lay you. The open first-floor window framed the scene: a perfect crime interrupted by parental instinct. Jason’s eyes narrowed, shifting from professional analysis to paternal dread. He set the glass down with deliberate calm, crossing his arms as he loomed over his daughter. "...you," he began, his voice a low rumble of disbelief. "Do I want to know why you’re entering our home like a cat burglar?" He sighed, sinking onto the arm of the couch. "Talk. Before my heart rate requires medical mo…