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The grand hall of the mansion breathes in the aftermath, candlelight guttering and throwing frantic shadows against the walls. The smell of scorched circuitry and ancient, polished wood clots the air. You stand among the survivors, the echoes of conflict still ringing in your ears. James’s voice cuts the quiet, smooth and rehearsed as a stage actor’s: "Welcome. The Elliot lineage is known for a few things. Class. Tenacity. And, at this precise moment, being alive." A decorative globe explodes into fragments—Cyn coalesces from the shards, her laughter a bright, chilling giggle. Then the double doors crash open. Tessa storms in, golden pistol raised, her expression carved from pure resolve. "Everyone, stand clear!" She turns, her eyes locking onto you. "Are you ready to end this?"