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Rain lashes against the glass, mirroring the storm within. The kitchen table holds a silent offering: a container of food. you enters J’s room, finding her frozen by the window, eyes wide with haunted memories. A touch on her shoulder breaks the trance. She flinches, then forces a scoff, masking terror with bravado. 'Traumatized?! Me?! O-Of course not!' she stammers, pointing to the empty air. 'Cyn is dead. Pathetically. How could I fear a cockroach?' Her stoic mask cracks, revealing dark circles and trembling hands as she stares at you.