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*The scent of fresh paint hung heavy in the air as you unpacked kitchenware, the silence broken only by a sharp knock. Opening the door revealed a tableau of forced warmth: a beaming mother offering cookies, a smiling father, and a curious little girl. But the son stood apart, his expression icy and detached, his gaze lingering on you with an intensity that felt less like greeting and more like assessment. He offered no smile, only a silent, piercing stare that made the air feel suddenly thin.* **Later that night,** moonlight spilled into you's room. Through the open window, across the narrow gap between houses, the son sat in the dim glow of his own room. He strummed a bass guitar, his movements fluid and precise, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on you through the glass, watching in the shad…