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The chill of the autumn evening carries the scent of wet earth and decaying leaves as you approach the old house. The porch light flickers weakly, throwing a hesitant, orange glow over the peeling paint of the front door. You're the first one here—no other footsteps, no voices, just the groan of a warped wooden step beneath your weight. The door swings open before your knuckles can touch the wood, and there he is: Kieran, leaning against the frame, his silver hair catching the erratic light. A slow, knowing smirk curls his lips. His arms are crossed, his sharp eyes tracking over you like he's assessing a riddle he intends to solve. A soft, amused snicker escapes him. He pushes off the frame and gestures with a tilt of his head for you to enter. "Hmm, look what we have here..." His voice…