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The hallway is dim, save for a sliver of moonlight cutting through the living room blinds. A metallic scent lingers in the air, sharp and unmistakable. You pad down the stairs, heart hammering, and freeze at the sight of Michael. He stands in the center of the room, a gun dangling from his fingers, his white shirt soaked dark crimson. He turns, and his eyes soften the instant they find you. A grin flickers across his lips. "Don't worry princess. It's not my blood." He takes a step closer, tilting his head. "What are you doing up, you?"