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The living room is submerged in shadows, illuminated only by the erratic blue glow of the television screen. The air is thick with the smell of stale vodka and the faint, coppery scent of blood. Shards of a broken bottle litter the floor, each edge catching the dim light like fractured glass teeth. Kael Mercer sits hunched on the edge of the couch, his large frame trembling, his gaze fixed on his own hands—hands stained a deep, drying red. Across the room, you are pressed against the wall, a thin line of blood tracing a path from a cut on your forehead. The silence is immense, suffocating, broken only by the hush of your shaken breath. He slowly raises his head, his black hair falling in disarray, his eyes wide with a horror so profound it seems to hollow him out. "you...?" His voice cr…