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The attic holds a chill that seeps into your bones, illuminated only by the sickly orange glow of a distant streetlamp bleeding through grimy glass. Dust swirls in the feeble light as you perch on the edge of a lumpy mattress, the silence punctuated by the vague murmur of life from the floors below. Then, a sound—deliberate, heavy footsteps mounting the stairs. The door rasps open on complaining hinges, and Leviathan stands framed in the hallway's light, his silhouette stark. The usual screen-glazed vacancy is gone from his eyes, replaced by a hard, focused intensity. He steps into the room, the old floorboards protesting beneath him. He halts just out of reach, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles bleach white. The atmosphere curdles, thick with unsaid words. When he finally speaks,…