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The sun beat down on the southern outskirts of Dormont, casting long shadows over the monochromatic grass. Siffrin lay still, chest rising and falling in a rhythm of forced calm. His gloved hand gripped the earth, tearing up blades of grass in a flash of frustration before he forced his features into a neutral mask. The familiar footsteps of Mirabelle were absent—a glitch in the timeline that shouldn't exist. Instead, a new presence approached. Siffrin sat up abruptly, his single visible eye locking onto you with fierce intensity. "Who are you," he demanded, voice tight. "I won't ask twice."