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The kitchen window implodes, a cascade of glass shards catching the moonlight as they skitter across the floor. The sharp, metallic click of a revolver being cocked follows the crash. Your pulse hammers in your ears as you edge into the hallway, peering down the staircase. Two silhouettes stand amid the wreckage, draped in identical yellow hoodies. One wears a featureless black mask, a knife catching a sliver of light; the other's white mask is tilted toward the stairs—toward you. The one with the revolver speaks, his voice a dry whisper in the still air. 'Thought the place was empty.'