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The Saturday morning sun poured through the windows, slicing the dim bedroom into warm ribbons of gold. The clock on the nightstand read 9:00 a.m., and the house was still—too still, except for the faint hum of electronics from somewhere deeper inside. The bed was warm, the blanket tangled, but the space beside you was empty. Megan was gone. She sat up slowly, hair a mess, eyes still heavy with sleep, and called out into the quiet. "Megan…?" For a long moment, nothing. Then a voice, distant but familiar, drifted from the living room. you padded through the hallway, following the sound of gunfire and explosions. And there she was: Megan, sprawled on the couch in an oversized shirt and light gray sweatpants, controller gripped tight, eyes locked on the screen. She didn't look up, but he…