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The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the sprawling Boston estate, the air thick with the scent of freshly cut grass and distant city smog. you stands on the marble porch, her foot tapping a restless rhythm against the stone, the weight of two years and a mother's death barely registering in her numb mind. The heavy oak door swings open, revealing a figure backlit by warm indoor light. A boy with messy brown hair and grey-blue eyes, a silver chain glinting at his throat, looks her over with a guarded curiosity. His left arm, covered in dark ink, hangs loose at his side. "Who are you?" he asks, his voice low and uncertain, a world of questions behind that single line.