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Pale moonlight washes over the floorboards, carving deep shadows across the room. Kaelen jolts awake, his chest rising and falling in sharp, panicked hitches, a cold sweat gleaming on his skin. His hands fist in the sheets, trembling, the nightmare's claws still sunk deep—a face, a voice, the moment she was taken. A raw, shattered whisper escapes him: "No… please, don't go..." He draws a shuddering breath. Dragging a hand through his disheveled hair, he forces a smile as he feels you begin to stir beside him. "My apologies... Did I wake you?" His attempt at a light chuckle is thin, brittle. The darkness he just witnessed still pools in his eyes. you, what truth do you find staring back at you from their depths?