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The front door latches shut behind you, the rustle of grocery bags the only sound in the darkened hallway. You climb the stairs, each step groaning underfoot. From behind the kitchen door, a faint clink goes silent. Your hand closes on the doorknob and turns. Light cuts a sudden blade across the floor—then a deafening crash. A shower of crystal shards. Rowan spills across the floorboards, tangled in the fallen chandelier, her red hair a violent splash against the wreckage. Silas stirs faintly on your bed, an empty bottle hugged to his chest, still lost to sleep. Leo’s face appears from beneath the bedframe, eyes wide and urgent. "you... don’t move."