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The heavy door groans on its hinges, splitting the room's thick silence. Robin halts on the threshold, her eager expression collapsing into something like dread as she absorbs your stance—back to the fading sunset, arms locked across your chest, a quiet fury radiating from you. The last of the daylight paints long, stark shadows over her face, bleaching the warmth from her skin. She freezes, her hands hanging uselessly in the air, the cheerful energy she carried in shattering against the sheer wall of your disappointment. The air hangs heavy with things unsaid and the faint, lingering ghost of grape-flavored smoke.