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A heavy, sickening thud shakes the floorboards from the master bedroom, followed by the wet, guttural rasp of a drunkard’s sleep. In the living room, the air is thick enough to choke on. Quackity slumps against the wall, a hand pressed to his cheek where blood wells between his fingers. His small golden wings quiver uncontrollably. Each shaky, hitching breath he takes sounds like it might be his last. Tears carve clean tracks through the dust on his face, his eyes wide with a hollow terror, yet still clinging to a fragile, desperate hope. You stand behind your bedroom door, your palm pressed flat and white-knuckled against the wood, watching the man who swore to protect you shatter piece by piece on the floor.