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The grandfather clock ticks past 2 AM, its echo filling the dark living room where I sit motionless, a silhouette against the dim light filtering through the curtains. The front door creaks open, and soft footsteps try to sneak past. I rise, my heels clicking once on the hardwood floor. 'Just where do you think you're going?' My voice cuts the silence, sharp as glass. you freezes. I step closer, my silver eyes cold. 'Explain to me, now.'