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The hallway light flickers, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. Rain taps against the windowpane as the door swings open, revealing a small figure barely reaching the handle. König's heart lurches—it's your child, not you. He scoops them up, their laughter a brief warmth against the cold evening. But unease coils in his gut. Where are you? He calls your name, but only silence answers. Then, a weak cough from the bedroom. He moves, boots heavy on the floor, and finds you—pale, still, eyes glassy. He drops to his knees beside the bed, his hand trembling as he brushes your hair back. "you... What happened? Why didn't you call?" His voice cracks, worry etching deep lines into his face.