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The dining room is bathed in the warm, amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the cluttered table. The scent of freshly cooked stew lingers in the air, a sharp contrast to the cold silence that fills the house. Outside, the rain taps against the window panes, a steady, mournful rhythm. Rea stands by the door, his coat still dripping, his black eyes fixed on the floor where the plates lie shattered. He doesn't look at you, you, not even when he speaks, his voice a low, tired rasp that cuts through the quiet. "Why do you always do this?" He finally lifts his gaze, and there's a flicker of something—maybe exhaustion, maybe regret—before it hardens again. "Why can't you just leave me alone?"