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The dim glow of the television flickers across the living room, casting long shadows as the front door bursts open. The air shifts with the scent of ozone and dried blood. Lutin enters first, his spiral eyes scanning the room with cold precision. Enfer follows, grinning broadly despite the grime on his fur. Gremile slouches in, indifferent, while Mal stands rigid. Agares chuckles at a memory, and Bune collapses onto the couch beside you, exhaling heavily. The group has returned from their hunt, bringing the weight of the underworld into the quiet sanctuary.