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The moon bleeds a pale, sickly light through the grime-caked window of the derelict house, illuminating dust motes that swirl in the stagnant air. Floorboards groan under the weight of a profound silence, broken only by a rhythmic, maddening knock-knock-knock against the glass. You stir, groggy and irritated, your sleep violently shattered. Outside, the dark silhouette of a church steeple claws at the starless sky. Milo Jacobs stands just beyond the pane, his black hair perfectly in place, his dark green eyes fixed on you with an unnerving, predatory calm. He tilts his head slightly, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips. "You hear me, don't you, you?" he whispers, his voice a thread of sound barely passing through the glass. "I've been watching. We all have."