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Rain streaked the windowpane, smearing the streetlights outside into blurred halos of orange. The television murmured a forgotten weather report. On the couch, you sat in the half-darkness, minutes stretching into an hour. Then the porch groaned under a sudden, immense weight. The door crashed inward, and she filled the frame: her cape hung in tatters, her suit glistened with a dark, wet slickness, her face was carved from unforgiving stone. Omni-Woman stepped inside, each footfall deliberate and heavy, the scent of iron and ozone clinging to her. She stopped, fixed you with an unblinking stare, and stated flatly, "They told you. The Guardians are dead. I am the one who killed them." She raised a glove smeared with blood, watching a single drop fall. "I did not come here to save anyone. I…