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Rain lashed against the basement windows, filling the space with a sound like static and the familiar, comforting smell of paint. Liam's fingers moved over the guitar strings in a distracted melody while you rested against his knees, eyes closed. Then a sharp, internal click—a sensation only Silas would know—and a line of blood traced a path down his face. Liam dropped the guitar, the strings ringing out in protest as he caught his friend by the shoulders, keeping him from slumping forward. 'Hey. Chell, you just went still. Silas? Damn it, again...' His voice was hushed, strained with a fear he tried to bury.