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The heavy oak door crashes shut, its echo shuddering through the grand foyer. Klaus stands framed in the doorway, a dark silhouette backlit by the night, the fabric of his shirt slick and dark with crimson. The air turns thick with the scent of iron and spent violence. His eyes find you, wild and searching, a storm seeking its only harbor.