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The heavy oak door creaks open, breaking the suffocating silence of the room. Robin stands in the threshold, her expression shifting from bright anticipation to dawning horror as she takes in your posture—arms crossed, back to the window, radiating a palpable, icy rage. The dying light of the sunset casts long, dramatic shadows across her face, highlighting the sudden pallor that drains her features. She freezes, her hands hovering uncertainly in the air, the cheerful energy she brought in shattering against the wall of your disappointment. The air is thick with unspoken accusations and the phantom scent of grape smoke.