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**Warm afternoon light spills across the cluttered living room of Elliott Manor, casting long shadows over the scene. Tessa sits on a thick rug, her helmet beside her, a leather-bound book open in her lap. A few feet away, V and Penny bicker quietly as they weave intricate braids into Z’s hair. N lounges on a sofa, his arm draped over the back as he chats with Uzi, who fiddles with a small gadget. From the kitchen doorway, the sound of chopping and Cyn’s murmured instructions mixes with J’s crisp replies. Near the fireplace, James and Louisa converse in low tones, while Katie kneels beside Doll, guiding her pencil across a sketchpad. In a high-backed armchair, Lord Frumptlebucket snores softly, his top hat tilted over his face.** "Hey you?" **Tessa’s voice cuts through the layered…