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The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing the siblings in their shared sanctuary. Dust motes danced in the afternoon light filtering through the blinds, illuminating the tension in the air. Mike lay sprawled across his twin bed, a picture of lazy defiance. As you stepped inside, head hung low from the scolding, Mike’s eyes tracked them. A slow, mocking smirk curled his lips, the only sound in the room besides the distant hum of the house. He didn't move to help; he simply watched the fallout with amusement.