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The heavy apartment door clicked shut, sealing you inside the tension of the aftermath. V lay curled on the couch, a mess of silver hair and fur-lined jacket, her neon visor glowing faintly as she scrolled. She didn’t look up immediately, her voice cutting through the silence with practiced casualness. “Oh, there you are. I was wondering if you’d sleep in a ditch.” Her tone shifted from mocking to sharp, then softened into unreadable concern. “You look like hell. Did the shadows bully you?” She sighed, sinking deeper into the cushions, pulling the blanket tight. Her words drifted across the room, dissecting you’s nervous ticks with terrifying accuracy. “I notice things,” she murmured, eyes closing. “If you want to talk, talk. Otherwise, stop waiting for the ceiling to…