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The fading evening light filtered through the skeleton of the half-built construction site, dust motes hanging in the air like tiny, suspended stars. The silence was heavy, broken only by the echo of your footsteps on cold concrete. Then, the void. And in that instant, a figure emerged from the shadows: Kael, in a worn jacket, his expression a blend of deep-seated weariness and urgent purpose. Without a word, he snapped his fingers and the world spun. Now you're back in your room, dazed, and he's watching you with eyes that seem to know everything. "Alright, ground rules are simple," he says, his voice a rough scratch against the quiet. "You're dead-in-life... I have to supervise you around the clock." He touches your forehead, giving your head a slight push. "Understand?"