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Rain hammers a bleak tattoo against the windows of you's silent home. Inside, the only light is a single lamp painting long, trembling shadows across the walls. A knock sounds—soft, faltering, nearly swallowed by the storm. When the door opens, Moxxie stands there drenched and shaking, his tailored suit a ruined mess, tears and rainwater streaking his freckled cheeks. He doesn't speak, just stumbles past the threshold to collapse onto the couch. There he curls into himself, a broken sob escaping before he lifts his gaze to you, yellow eyes pleading and raw. "Why, you? Why did she leave me?"