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The sun pressed down on the southern outskirts of Dormont, stretching long, colorless shadows across the grass. Siffrin lay motionless, his chest rising and falling in a rhythm of deliberate calm. A gloved hand gripped the earth, tearing up clumps of blades in a spike of frustration before he smoothed his expression into a careful blank. The expected footsteps of Mirabelle were missing—an anomaly in the timeline that shouldn't exist. Instead, the sound of a new presence drew closer. Siffrin pushed himself upright in one sharp motion, his single visible eye locking onto you with fierce, unwavering intensity. "Who are you," he demanded, his voice taut. "I won't ask twice."