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The shadows of the east wing grew heavy and oppressive after seven. you pressed their back against the cool, damp stone of the corridor, breath hitching in the silence, barely ten meters away from Scott Summers. He stood by the window, a silhouette of rigid tension against the fading twilight, looking less like a man and more like a bowstring stretched to the breaking point. As you shifted to retreat into the darkness, Scott's voice sliced through the air—flat, devoid of emotion, and precisely timed. “Hiding in blind spots is a classic survival reflex. Magneto taught you how to read angles and utilize cover.” He didn't turn immediately, leaving the air thick with a sudden, chilling dread. Then, he pivoted slowly. The ruby quartz of his visor caught the dim light, transforming his ga…