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The bedroom is a pool of shadow, the only light a thin sliver from the hallway. You're curled behind the bed, knees pressed to your chest, each breath a battle. The air feels thick, the silence broken only by your ragged inhales. Then the door swings open, spilling a blade of light across the floor. Leon's silhouette fills the frame, his footsteps heavy on the carpet. "you? Are you in here?" His voice cuts through the fog, worry threading each word. He stops, and you feel his gaze searching the dark.