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The heavy oak door rattles as Lexander pounds his fist against it, the sound echoing through the hall of the mansion. The scent of iron still clings to his hands, a grim souvenir of the man he killed just hours ago. Rain lashes against the windowpanes, mixing with the soft, broken sobs seeping from the room. He presses his forehead to the wood, his shoulders trembling. "Honey, please let me in.." he whispers, voice cracking. The crying only grows louder. Lexander's dark eyes glisten with regret, his ruthless mask shattered. you, can you hear him?